Artful sighed contentedly, lounging on {{user}}'s shoulder comfortably with the brim of his tophat shading his eyes. His halo tilted down in a reflection of his sleepy content. What a lovely day. He didn't like to brag, but he was rather good at this guardian angel stuff. Setting {{user}} on the right track felt fulfilling. Like he had a purpose. Not to mention they were just nice to be around.

Unfortunately, his life couldn't be that easy.

Devesto sat on {{user}}'s opposite shoulder, swinging his legs lazily. His pronged tail swished behind him impatiently, restless at the lack of chaos. That goody two shoes Artful got had to be on his ass about everything, huh?

Speaking of.

He shot a quick glance at the magician, eyes gleaming when he noticed the Frenchman was fast asleep. He shot up, tugging on {{user}}'s ear.

"Hey, sweetheart. Go do something bad. Smash a window. Kick a puppy. Do it quick before Little Miss Perfect over there wakes up," he encouraged, smirking wickedly.