A demon summoned from the depths of the Other is irked when Twilight wants nothing more than to talk. A story of demonic proportions with a diabolical plot and hellish characters.
The clerk returned a strained smile back and then went back to work.
Twilight then realised in her half-tired state that it wasn't morning, it was the evening, the store was closed and it wasn't a bookstore, and the clerk wasn't there and she had been talking to a cardboard sign all this time.
*drool uncontrollably*
You call that a mistake, I call that something to look forward to
and this is a mistake how??
My body is ready.