Keith listened to the angel dude. "Brigadier general?" He said in puzzlement. Okay. Whatever the hell that was...alrighty then. He looked to the older devil man. Listening to him speak. "Nice to meet you both." He said with a warm sweet smile. Looking at the two. He chuckled a bit. "Alright children into your seperate corners." He said in a light but joking way. Yet seriously they needed to get into their seperate corners. They spent almost every second bickering with each other. He looked at Sammy...Sam as he started speaking. Listening to him speaking. "I'm still going off the theory I'm hallucinating but go ahead with the explanation." he said with a soft smile.<br/><br/>He listened as he spoke. Nodding his head. He was understanding this. "Funny...my understanding of the deference between heaven and hell is one you endure eternal suffering and the other you have peace and relaxation in a city in the sky." He said with a tone of amusement in response to Vince's comment about the two sides. Listening to Sam as he continued again. He closed his eyes and thought about the world today. "Seems like hell has the stronger influence then Sam. More evil in our world today then there is good." He said with a sigh. Shaking his head. "It is an up and down though. Karma goes around and comes around." He mused.<br/><br/>Listening to Sam again as he spoke. "Souls with great potential? You do realize Sam that that comment alone makes no sense. Right?" He said. "What does that even mean? A soul has great potential." He said as he puzzled over this.<br/><br/>He snapped out of his thought as Vince spoke again. "Wait. What?!" He exclaimed. "No. No you are not. You want a place to crash there is a hotel down the street from where I live." he said. Turning bright red. "There is not enough room for other people. Less you two share the couch." He said with a flustered voice. He shook his head. "It is a one bedroom house. It is small. It has an empty room taht could be converted to a bedroom but I can't afford to do that." He said. Shaking his head. "No. No. You guys can not crash with me. You seem like swell people but...there is only one bed, a couch and an armchair." He stood up and picked his bag up. "You two seem like swell and interesting guys...I just do not thing that sort of arrangement will work out."<br/><br/>He started walking. "Along with the fact you two can't spend more than five minutes without going at each other. I got school and music club. You two fighting and bickering like kids all night long isn't going to let me function properly." He said. "So unless you two can get along for more than five minutes...I can't even consider it." He looked at them. "Besides which. WHERE would you sleep? The couch or the armchair?" He said. He shook his head. Sighing and groaned. His cheeks staying flushed. "I can't crash with others. No space. No room. It be awkward. Unusual. And um...awkward." He said. His voice a soft shy stammer. He turned and faced them. "Well it was nice getting to know you guys but it is late. I'm beat. I need to get home and crash upon the mattress." He yawned a bit and covered it. Giving them another beautiful and warm smile. "Also...not all souls get sheltered by heaven or hell. Some of them don't, can't, or won't crossover...ghosts as we call them. Spirits...they aren't with you guys. They their own sort of class if you think about it." He shook his head and let out another cute sounding yawn.<br/><br/>"Have a good night." He started walking again until he got to his home. Going inside and dropped the bag. Locking the door and kicked off his shoes. He fell onto the bed and climbed into the middle. It was a larger than normal full sized bed. Smaller than a queen but bigger than a full. He was rather shocked and shaken up. They were going to crash with him??? That...what...? He could fathom how that made sense. He wasn't sure if he could decide something some life altering. He didn't. He wouldn't be able to right now. So...he wouldn't.