Beel was peeking in to see if Mammon was around before smiling a bit when seeing that his older was indeed in the room, that low buzzing noise be heard before soft grunt was heard and lifting the older demon up with ease. While he wasn’t too great with words the actions he done hopefully expressed of how he felt of his older brother, “Mrmm... good brother... hrm...” not letting go even if his brother be squawking like a bird from him giving him a big bear hug and squishing him like a crow plushie honestly.
Mammon adored affection, and it wasn’t entirely because he was greedy for it. These little, fleeting displays of pure love breaking through the dark shells of their hearts made him happy. The hugs, the head pats, and the playfulness made him glad that he had run himself ragged taking care of each and every one of them after their fall.
Hugs from Beelzebub were, by far, the best. Rare affection from Lucifer came in close second, but there was something special about the way the sixth-born put his whole body into his hugs. All arms and chest, it was hard to escape once he got his hold on someone. But there in his crushing grasp, Mammon felt safe. His feet were off the ground and his spine felt as if it were slowly being pushed apart, but it was worth it for these few seconds of adoration.
“Ahhh, Beel! You’re just a big ol’ softie, ain’t ya?” With both hands, Mammon ruffled at his brother’s hair. “It ain’t hard bein’ the best big brother in the whole house when I got cute little brothers like you!”
They were alone as far as he knew, so it was smidgen easier to gush. Only. . . the longer Beelzebub held onto him, the more compressed his spine began to feel. “A—Alright, buddy. I think we’re good.”
His feet still didn’t touch down.
“B—Beel, c’mon, it’s gettin’ a little hard to breathe. Beel! Oi, listen t’me, will ya?! LEMMIE DOWN!” Let the squawking begin.
