"Look." Zane straightened his posture and lightly slammed his other hand down upon the counter. "Do you know how long I have been searching for this tome?" He asked. The teenage girl stopped her confused humming and looked in Zane's direction, raising an eyebrow at him as though he was speaking in riddles. "Uhhhh..... no? Like.... it's like, your life, man..... like, why would I like, care?" She asked. Zane fell silent. Was he like this as a teenager? Was he always this carefree, rude and all around stupid? "You do notice you still have all 3 as a fully grown man, yes?"
"No, I don't!" Zane slammed his right hand down at Beelzebub's insult, only a second later realizing he had said it out loud. The teenage girl gave him an even more puzzled look now. She no doubt thought he belonged in a sanitorium. It wasn't just that either - generally speaking Zane's facial expressions changed when talking to Beelzebub in his head. This rarely made a good impression, especially in this instance. "Uhhh... like.... if you like.... wanna take it, it's like, free to like, take. Like, they don't pay me enough for this shit, like, yeah...."
Zane decided that he might as well take what he could get, grabbing the book off the counter and exiting the store post-haste.