♑ //; Sighs. "Really, dude? Really? Do you really fuckin' think that after all the shit you two have been through, together, he would just-- leave you for someone else? Do you really fucking believe that? Because that's just sad, man. If Amaimon knew that, he'd just try to do antyhing to prove that joke wrong." Eyes rolled. "That fucking shitty demon loves you, okay? He loves you more than anything in the world. Do you see him indulging himself with food when he's with you? No. You know why? Because he totally forgets about his addiction to sugar in your presence. He just-- doesn't want to be stuffing his mouth with somethig when he could be talking to you, ya feel."
"He's so fuckin' happy with you, staying in that house all the day with you. So happy that he just-- God, I don't know." Shrugs. "And just for that, he sometimes worries about not making you as happy as you make him with your mere company. That'd be when you just can't get your shit together when you see him wounded. He hates seeing you mad, okay? He just fucking hates it. You know that he thought for a split of a second that you were going to hit him instead of the wall-- did you know that? That's just the beginning of how bad Mephisto fucked his mind up. Though, he wouldn't care if you abuse him just like Mephisto does, after all, since he was a kid he had been picked up for being weak and everyone who has ever been close of him starts tormenting him at some rate." Funny fact. "--Fuck, I got carried away... Anyhow! Thinking that he would ever leave you is just really fucking stupid. He's a demon, and once they fall in love they can't do the same with someone else. He'll love you and only you, for the rest of his life -- a.k.a until Mephisto kills him, his heart will belong to you... Or, well, until you fuck up and hurt him enough to make him think you don't love him, then his heart will become a rock and the cocept of love will disappear."
"It fucking angers me-- or maybe it's Amaimon-- that you believe a simple joke. Like what the fuck. It's not enough for you, you horny noob, that he thinks about you all the day? He just wants to be with you, hug you, kiss you, hold your goddamn hand, stare at your fucking face and contemplate your fucking palm tree beauty or whatever. I don't fucking know, people in love make me wanna puke."
"So, yah, he loves you. More than you can imagine. I'll keep sayin' it 'til you burn that fact down on yer brain. And-- ah, introductions, right. You pro'lly wonder who the fuck am I. Yo, name's Caramel. And I'm the cause of Amaimon's internal suffering!"
