You would think sweet pudding didn't make things sour [Completed]

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Character(s): Etna, Laharl, Flonne
Content: Etna trudges through Paixao after "blowing off some steam" from off-screen fight with Laharl and trying to gain a few levels here and there
Setting: Near Muspelheim
Time: sometime between mid-day to evening?
Warnings: Buttheads. That is all.

This was getting her nowhere. This was what, the fiftieth Lumen she came across and killed? They certainly weren't helping her with getting her power back. But that's a whole other story. Suffice it to say, Etna was getting tired far too easily for a demon. She flopped down on the closest thing she could sit on and sighed heavily.

She began thinking about recent events. About fighting with Laharl over, what else? Pudding. So much for trying to not smash him over the head about it. Figuratively anyway. Etna sighed heavily. Perhaps it was time she just went back to Laharl.

"Hmm. Maybe Flonne is pestering him like usual. Do I really want to break that up?"

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As much as apologies weren't something demons said, they were almost equally just as hard to hear. As much as he'd wanted one out of her, it was entirely awkward affair, but he managed to give a brief nod to her, though was having a hard time meeting her gaze. Apology accepted.

"Right," Laharl began, ready to push all this aside and get down to business. "Now we can work on getting the hell out of here."

Laharl was the only one of the three now who knew anything about this place. He still was a little skeptical of the whole 'being in a castle' thing, but it was all they had to work with. Still, he hadn't heard anything good news from anyone who'd attempted to leave. He just knew there were some islands or something beyond the supposed door... in... a church wasn't it? Bah. He hoped it wasn't some wild goose chase.