Christof let go, straightening up to look up at the taller Demon with a smart salute before turning to set up his contraption properly. Now it was time for the REAL audition rehearsing to begin... It never occurred to the patchwork to regret making a deal with a demon. His Old Master- and the thought of thinking of him in such a way made his chest ache and his palms sweaty- had done this sort of thing all the time. What lay beneath his scarf was testament to his being put through much worse.
And anyway.... now he had a fighting chance! And that's what mattered.
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