The demon sat in his flat, bored. He half expected a phone call by now. By anyone would be fine, but he would much prefer to talk to Aziraphale.. his angel yet he wasn't at the moment

"I'm so.. BORED." he groans in his regal chair, one leg crossed over the other with his sunglasses off as his snake eyes glared at a random spot in his apartment. A soft scowl on his face