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[boushthetinker]

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The keen woke up first at a vast, comfortable bed.  ’kingsized’ would be a measly term to describe how huge its cushion was, especially when compared to his diminutive body. 

He then remembered why he was there in the first place.  Sighing and rubbing his temples, Boush reached for his clothes (an action which required a few moments of crawling to the edge of the bed) and took his pipe, tossed close to his shirt.  

He then lit it up with a lighter, crawled back to where the dozen of pillows he slept on were, took a drag, and sighed.  ”Aaahh… this will certainly make him feel uneasy.  How troublesome..”  He whispered, looking at the slumbering demon towering him in sheer height. 

He then puffed some smoke from his nostrils, pondering with himself.  ”Mmm… then again we were quite drunk.  Perhaps if I were to gather the facts and try twisting them to my benefit, I can tell an altered story where things went differently.  Mmm… yes, it would work!”He then giggled and started processing on his brain how it all ‘should’ have happened to make the demon feel less ashamed of how he’s behaved that previous night.  Now all the Tinker wished for is that Lucifer’s inhibriation made him forget all that happened, and that the demon’s body wouldn’t be so sore by the time he woke up.  Then again, considering their size discrepancy, the Keen imagined it would be unlikely for the Doom to feel any aftereffects of what occurred yesterday.