A slight pout spread across the nightmare's mouth.

He was going to be late. He'd been planning for the damned party for two weeks now, and he'd made sure to request time off as soon as he heard about it, but he was going to be late. Of course it would figure that on the one day he'd wanted off to go have a bit of fun, he'd get extra emergency hours, wouldn't it?

Whatever. He'd graduate soon and be out of this stupid job, anyway.

The hallowed boy offered a plastic smile as the next customer wandered in, ears perking as he chimed a friendly "Hello!" to the imp. 'Two more hours," he told himself, the reassurance calming his fidgeting. Two more hours and he'd be off work and get to go let off some excess energy; what happened to the stones, honestly, he didn't particularly care. He definitely didn't have the resources nor the energy to awaken and take care of a child - especially not one that would potentially have to deal with his blessings, hah.

No, he didn't want a child, he wanted the rush. That certain feeling that only came from a good imbue - the delightful sensation of being drained of energy. He had too much as it was, after all, so getting to slake so much off at once, that was worth the wait.

Just two more hours.