~ [ URIEL ]

. . .

Wonder how it feels to kiss someone.

. . . Hm.

Well. Thank you, I suppose.

Is that supposed to be an insult?

. . . Not the same kind of demon. Got it.

But you’re a demon. Aren’t you like. Not supposed to draw attention to yourself

what

[ drooling?? ]

that and people taste REAAAALLLY good

see? You’re someone who gets it

I’ve never seen someone wear an outfit so… revealing on purpose. Why.

. . .

Interesting.

Calm the fuck down, jeez. White hair. Uh, tail and ears. Buncha scars, I think. I don’t know.

. . .

[ He’s not moving away, though. ]

Then why are you doing it.

. . . what the hell are you doing.

[ Grumbling under his breath. ]

[ GLARE. ]

I don’t know why I expect you to change. Perhaps it’s impossible for you.

And yet, it keeps getting worse and worse.

. . . There’s something incredibly wrong with you, ugh.

I will gladly bite you if you want me to.

[ He flinches. ]

. . . The hell was that?

[ Just. Standing there. Arms crossed. ]

I don’t care at this point.

[ . . . He’s not saying no. If he didn’t want him to, he’d definitely make it clear — that much is obvious at this point… ]

Fuckin’. Do whatever.

. . . I don’t care.

Are you just gonna… keep doing this to me.

. . .

I don't understand you.

Ugh. Quit with your compliments. I can’t even tell if they’re sincere.

I’m trying to rip you apart, anyways. You shouldn’t be complimenting me.

. . . You’re lucky I’m even still here.

. . .

Hhhhaaah. You don’t have blood. Or skin. This isn’t /fun/. And you taste disgusting.