urushihermit:
urushihara can’t believe how gullible ashiya is. you’d think someone who once lead an entire army of demons and monsters would be able to guess when someone’s lying. but he’s certainly not complaining. he’s going to milk this for all that it’s worth.
to: ashiya from: urushihara
[1/1] cool. come on over.
the fallen angel then picks up his PASTA game system and picks up where he left off before this whole event happened. his thumbs tapped buttons and moved control sticks as he ducked and dodged enemies while simultaneously shooting off beams of energy to get them out of his way. he was in the middle of a boss battle when he heard the knock on his door.
“hold on a minute, would ya? i gotta beat this boss real quick.”
How could he possibly expect a different response? Electronics held a higher priority than interaction with others, especially when it came to actually making himself useful to Ashiya at the moment. His gaze dulls as it fixates upon the ever stagnant doorknob. Swiftly the phone is pocketed so that he may fold his arms and shift his weight.
He’s not about to stand outside like a fool just to have his cellphone restored to how it once was.
❝I’m not waiting out here forever just so you can finish your game. Put your gaming device down and answer the door.❞









