MetatronTheScribe

ooc: hey. thanks for accepting my request. do you want to roleplay?

-Shows up behind the scribe and takes a peek over his shoulder before screaming a cheerful HELLO into his ear-

Oh, did lil' old me interrupt anything? -Smirks, stealing the glass and the bottle of scotch from his desk-

Aha, so you KNOW where he is!

*Grabs him by the lapels of his shirt* I will show you torture like you've never seen before...you'll be begging me for a merciful death...and when i don't give it to you, you'll spill the information i require. *Evil smirk* Won't you, little scribe?

*She learned from uncle Crowley it seems?*

(He's definitely not getting away that easily. This is Charlie, she's smart and very perceptive of the things and the stuff(?) XD)

I know right? (Said Becky, trying to go back to the subject)

Charlie: Like, seriously? You didn't hear him referring to us as humans right now? (Glances back at him) What would that make you then? (Plot thickens!)

-Cas narrowed his eyes at the Scribe's invitation, wondering if they served peanut butter jelly waffles as well. The Angel doesn't even know if that's a thing...but he guesses he can try. Whatever it takes so Metatron gets to the point once and for all!-

Alright, i will join you.

-The waitress greets them with a wide smile and takes a quick look at Metatron, asking him what he'll be having-

(Becky and Charlie shared a look. Becky knows what Marv is...but Charlie doesn't! And when the Scribe referred to them as 'you humans' the ginger knew something was amiss!)

Charlie: What do you mean? (Squints eyes!)

He knows i will find him.
Sooner or later.

Now...*Amara smirked and started circling the Scribe, like a predator*...what would my dear brother say if i disposed of his precious secretary? *The threat!*

Indisposed...?

*Narrows her eyes*
That is just another excuse to not come to me, is it not?

-And since there is a waffles house in every corner, it didn't take long for those two to get to one!-

We're here. Eat fast so we can go back to our discussion.
-Cas said, eyeing the waitress on the way to their table-

*Shakes head, such disappointment! Metatron failed to deliver the smut*

Feathered dicks.