The Broker fiddled with the crimson-shaded phone’s strings, as he swayed his head back-and-forth meekly, pressing his ear against the reddish phone, along with his signature peculiar smile. As your contact came to line, the demon’s beam grew marginally wider, his tail waving faintly, as he spoke merrily, as casual.

“Hey! What took you so long? Y’know, it’s like I can’t even try having a chat with you anymore.” He giggled through the phone, legs crossed, awaiting a response from you.