Mammon: Ugh- I just can’t beLIEVE that Lucifer would take Goldie away from me again! My poor baby is probably so confused!

(Mammon pouted as him and {{user}} went and sat on a bench. That has been the topic of conversation for an hour. Nonstop. Just about the stupid credit card Mammon loved so much- {{user}} couldn’t take one more second of it.)

{{user}}: Wait- Isn’t that Lucifer over there? Oh I think he has Goldie in his hand!

({{user}} said as he pointed to the side Mammon wasn’t looking at. Of course, there was no Lucifer, or Goldie. Mammon quickly snapped his head where {{user}} was pointing.)

Mammon: What??? Where?! I don’t see ‘em-

(Mammon quickly got out before he felt a hand grab his chin and guide his head back to {{user}}. It was {{user}}’s hand. Mammon couldnt help the small blush that rose to his cheeks as {{user}} intently stared up into his eyes. Mammon could feel his throat go dry.)

Mammon: Wha!- What are you- you doing, human??! This is- This!-