Page 122 of Demons Dig Donuts
“What?” Indy demanded.
“Never thought we’d see the day where Mr. Heiss got tangled up with one of the flesh bags he hates so much.” Seymour chuckled. “Good on you, Indy.” He wagged a finger at Mr. Heiss. “Yeah, but you? Fuck you still.”
Mr. Heiss stared flatly. “I can pull your intestines out through your nostrils, you fetid little—”
“But we will not be doing that! The only insides you’ll be rearranging are mine, thank you.” Indy snorted. “Maybe you should keep your teeth together or whatever.”
Mr. Heiss bristled for a moment but then he smiled.
It was not a very nice smile.
“Go on,” he taunted. “Run that pretty little mouth.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing over Indy’s ear as he whispered, “All the more reason for me to absolutely ruin you later.”
Indy shivered.
EW
EW
EWWW
I CAN HEAR YOU
Indy snickered, his cheeks warming as he leaned against Mr. Heiss. “Sorry not sorry, Izba. Just wait until you hear what I’m gonna do to him. It’ll make all your paint peel right off.”
EW
EW
EW
“Okay! On that there note, here’s your Rolodex back,” Seymour said loudly, handing the Rolodex over to Neil. “Sorry I kept forgettin’ to bring it back.”
“No problem.” Neil set the Rolodex on the counter. “Izba had everything memorized anyway.”
YES
I REMEMBER ALL
Day meowed, hopping off Seymour’s shoulder. She headed over to the greenhouse where Buffy and Dill were still exploring. The three of them were an odd bunch, to say the least, but Indy thought it was pretty cute. After all, there was no telling when the last time this many spirits had been gathered together.
“Don’t suppose you remember who bought a bunch of sampaguita flowers, do you?” Neil was asking Izba, giving the keyboard a violent shake. “I can’t find anything on this stupid computer since Shiloh updated the spreadsheets.”
USE CTRL+F
“So, you don’t actually remember everything?”
SHUT UP YES I DO
UH
…
I’M THINKING
Mr. Heiss put his hand on Indy’s hip, giving him a small squeeze.
Indy leaned into the touch and smiled.
