maskormenace | First Promotion(?) ; video

[the screen is overtaken by a black hole, blurred pale around the edges. there's a deafening tap tap tap. is it a monster? some new demonic threat?! MORE VENGEFUL TOILETS RETURNING FROM THEIR SLUMBER????? the black recedes and...it's some doof's finger. one red eye peers at the screen way too closely]

Maaaaan, I don't get these smart phones at all. Where's a guy gotta go t' get a good ol' fashioned flip phone huh? well, whatever. [he clears his throat and projects his voice needlessly, briefly wearing a regal tone like an old cape]

Citizens of America! Thank--[he pulls back the camera, accidentally turning it so he stands diagonal in the feed] Thank you for your hospitality. I'm Sadao Maou, and I'm the new assistant manager at Blessed Bounties, the best produce store you'll see around these Pennsylvania parts! Drop by for a discount on oranges later today.

[he flashes a winning grin. not even an hour in the place and he's already doing PR]

I'm kinda from Japan, so please have patience as I get used to how things run around here. Otherwise, I'm at your service!

Now that that's outta the way . . . Urushihara! I know you're out there, lurkin' somewhere on the net. Come fix my phone for me, it kept sayin' I need an "update" an' now it's wiggin' out.

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Not really, no. Why, have you?

Ah, nope. Not yet. Kinda creepy.

[ But of course he's totally cool with that. ]

Creepy how?

[not sure how much he trusts your socially inept judgement, bro]

To go from a tiny, one room apartment to a big house like this. And then, no housemates? Or invisible ones.

Invisible . . . [sloooowwwwwwwly looks over his shoulder...] Oh hell no, there's no way. This nice place can't be that creepy!

Nice place, he says. Have you looked outside?

Yeah, I've looked outside. It's got charm.

Mm. It does. But not in the way most people would think.

The demon way?

Our way.

Heh. Y'know, we may just fit in here better than the last Earth.

Yeah, but there's a downside to that.

Yeah. With so much crime . . . I might get break-ins at Blessed Bounties!

[ He falls backwards, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. ]

Dear God, he's truly lost it.

Wh--? Have not! I got priorities.

What the hell kind of priority is--

You know what? Never mind.

What downside were you thinkin' of?

...Now I just think you'll mock me if I tell you.

Not this time. I swear an' everything.

Fine. My back is killing me because of this crazy place.

Ahh. [he leans back on his hands and frowns at the ceiling] Yeah, it would, huh?

[his tone is as laid back as his posture, as if he were agreeing the weather was a little cloudy that day. does he even care???? oi.

when Maou continues, though, his voice turns serious]

Will it be a problem?

No. [ Simple, nonchalant answer. Nothing to see here. ]

[have a concerned, not-entirely-convinced stare] You're so full o' shit.

What~? I can do whatever here, right?

Within reason. Like, sane reason.

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