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#Like if you read#Out of character || Mun speaks#Negative ?#Not really but itd just be better that way I think.
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Squinting from afar.
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Reficul, Reficul...
That name sounded familiar. Not too sure why, though. It’d take him a few seconds, before furrowing a brow. Wasn’t that one of the devils his dad was good friends with? He only vaguely recalls so much, but that’s because he doesn’t give a damn about certain things if it has anything to do with his dad.
“...That so? I mean, I don’t know this person personally.”
Small talk wasn’t much his forte, nor was he really... good at entertaining conversation with people he doesn’t really know. He figures he’d try anyway, since it’s not everyday he meets someone like this. Gnawing on his cigarette a bit, he continued speaking.
“The pitch world isn’t much of a place to visit. Are you just out here for some fresh air, or something?”
“I come from Reficul’s World,” Lzet answered the question. He didn’t mind or find it prying. It was just a common query.
Even in his lover’s world, he was still an oddity all things considering.
Lzet was used to going between worlds when Reficul forced him out of the office, or when he played delivery boy and had to send all of that paperwork between them. His job required many hats, and that earned him his unkempt appearance and a nice shade of exhaustion under his eyes.
It was both rewarding and back breaking, but he was happy to see scenery that wasn’t mile-high piles of parchment.
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#[.dash commentary]#...Kindly go fall down 40 flights of stairs and die old man.#I don't need you telling me this.#I HAVE ENOUGH ISSUES BETWEEN THAT AND THIS
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He leaned down for her-- he was a lot taller than her, so it would strain his back if he leaned down for too long. He knew well enough through body language that she at least wanted his face, although he just hoped it wasn’t to smack his cheeks. He didn’t MIND it, but he does get offended when she boxes at him without warning.
Excuse him, he’s busy being a lame boyfriend by making kissy faces at her.
“Mwah! Forget the birdcalls, I’d rather borrow some sugar.”
Not so flustered now, are we, shit virgin?
Little red pointy ears are certainly perky now. She’s keeping her sleeved hands raised for him. It wasn’t the best method of telling him she wanted to kiss his face, but she thought she was being clever. A little scrape from her sleeve isn’t such a big deal when he’s rewarded in kisses.
“I quiet bird call as well.”
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#[.dash commentary]#FOR FUCK'S SAKE KIKU.#IT'S BEEN SIX YEARS AND YOU BRING UP AN ALMOST DEAD JOKE BACK.
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“And for fuck’s sake, DAD, I don’t want you anywhere near what’s MINE. I also sure as hell don’t want you to get involved in something that’s not THAT unusual. Piss off and drop dead.”
“For fuck sake Glasses I’m not gonna hurt her I’m just gonna talk to her.”
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Internal screaming? More like external squawking. Not the first time he’s made noise like that, but he’s just...
Oh, GOD damn it.
“...Maybe a few.”
“………..”
“I can still do. Even if seen through so easy.”
That’s it. That’s literally fucking it. She was flirting.
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“Keep talking, old man. We’ll see who’s getting smacked around if you think I’ll even think about letting you near MY girl.”
“Kiddo I’m not just gonna sit around and watch her smack you in the face and not say anythin’. I’m not tellin’ her how to live her life I’m just sayin’ that maybe she shouldn’t hit you? Goddamn, kid.”
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He took his shades without word, sliding them on with no subtle hints of pain. She’s an iron maiden, alright. He’s picked a tough girl to be his girlfriend, and one who...
Likes to do things without warning. Wouldn’t be the first time she’s batted him around without warning, anyway. Oni are naturally violent, but she falls into more of a ‘protector’ category, rather than ‘punisher.’ Which he can appreciate, because Kiheki fucking hates him. Plus it was...kind of adorable how much strength a tiny girl like her has? Maybe he was like his dad, picking out the weird girls.
“...I dunno. Would you kiss it better if I said that it did?”
He’s not so smooth at all. It only takes him a moment to realize what he’s said, anyway.
“...N-not that it does! I don’t need coddling!”
For someone who is supposedly sweet oni wife material, she certainly packs a punch. Of course, she’s perfectly capable of giving a good swing; if lugging around that kanabō around wasn’t enough of a hint. In all honesty, she might not know her own strength sometimes. Knocking his shades off wasn’t intentional, that’s for sure. This could be awkward…
She’s staring at the specs she’d caused to fall off his face for a moment, causing elongated awkward silence. Maybe a warning would have been a good idea? That’d ruin it, though.
“Did it hurt?”
She’s handing him his glasses, after leaning over to pick them up. Of all things to ask. Off all things to do after SOCKING HER BOYFRIEND.
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