[center][h3][b][color=aqua]Kric, the Imp[/color][/b][/h3][/center]

The imp was already leaning in towards what he thought was some of that yummy ice cream that a patron had when Zzubus' voice scared the poor thing so badly he fell from his post with a squeak. He wasn't on the floor long though, pouncing off the wood and onto the counter in a cat-like fashion, all four sets of claws under him in a crouched position as he frowned at the arch demon. [color=Aqua]"You want [i]me[/i] to work? Why would I ever do that? Not like I get anything out of it for paying off my tab."[/color] The imp stated simply, scratching at his head absently as he spoke, eyes dull and uncaring as usual. He could always swipe an ice cream bar or two on his own accord from the demon for free and never have to pay a dime. Why should he start working now? It wasn't like he was getting paid. And why would he want money anyhow? It just seemed ridiculous to the imp. [color=aqua]"And that isn't my name, [i]Zzuby[/i]."[/color]

[center][i]Interactions: Zzubus [@gutshot][/i][/center]