[ WP ] Due to your poor spelling , you 've accidentally summoned Stan .

( sorry for grammar mistakes ^^'' ) 
 
 `` ARE YOU BLOODY KIDDING ME?! ``, the blonde angrily exclaimed, throwing his ebony coloured hands in the air. Bracelets rattling, he stomped to the other side of the garage. As if the concrete had anything to do with the situation. 
 `` YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME ALREADY?!'' 
 Crimson eyes locked with mine. The demon raised an eyebrow, iris twitching. Then he walked up directly infront of me. 
 `` You are aware'', he began in a sweet, yet undoubtly agressive tone, 
 `` THAT THERE IS N'T EVEN A MOTHERFUCKER NAMED SATAN?'' 
 I did n't say a word. It was clearly a rethorical question, any answer would probably make him more angry and... 
 How was it my fault that'Stan' was so close to'Satan'? Grammar had never really been a talent of mine. 
 Stan, of course, did n't care. His breathing was still rapid, blonde locks, loosening themselves out of his ponytail. 
 I raised my hand in an unsure gesture of wether I was free to talk without loosing my tongue or not. 
 Stan stared at my hand, then back at me, then shut his eyes, then opened them again and sighed. 
 `` yes?'' it sounded like a hiss. 
 `` is your hair bleached?'' 

