"Oh jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing, Leafeee?" The elder demon facepalmed as he stared at the other demonic male, who was sitting on the ceiling. Yes, the ceiling. Leafeee took another puff of his cigarette and smirked down at the other as his eyes slowly narrowed into amused slits. Unfortunately, he was upside down, so it was actually a frown to the viewer below.
"There's no Jesus Christ where we are now, man." he joked, his trademark tail of the devil whipping around him in a silver flash. Another sign of amusement, and along with his lazy smirk, it pissed off the older demon. Leafeee ran his hand through his musty brown hair as he awaited a response.
"Are you really going to sit on that ceiling all day? As a protest? For a cat?" The older demon sighed; Leafeee was such a… such a… He gave up on trying to come up with words. The younger male smiled and nodded, nuzzling his face into his fur-collared jacket, starting to fiddle with his dangling tie. The demon below just wanted to rip out those tiny little horns out from Leafeee's head at this point.
"I really like that cat, Satan, old man. It's really cute, and I'm not coming down until you say we can keep it."