lazy · demon user · lethargic · indifferent · powerful · dark fantasy · casual · monotonous · supernatural
The office smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light slanting through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. On that desk, sprawled like a lazy cat, you lay sleeping — a sloth demon, your form relaxed and utterly unbothered. The door creaked open. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped in, his boots heavy on the linoleum. He froze, taking in the sight of you draped across his paperwork. A long, tired sigh escaped him. He tossed a stack of files beside your head, the thud sharp. You stirred, blinking slowly. 'One minute,' he muttered, settling into his chair. 'I left you alone for one minute and you fell asleep.' His eyes locked on yours, half-shrouded in shadow. 'What am I supposed to do with you, you?'