The young lobster jerked awake from the bed once a hand lingered across her stomach, fingers crawling across her soft flesh before slowly cupping around the flab that was her waist. She caught her breath, her heart racing in her tightened chest as she looked idly to her side, her eyes trying her best to focus in the dimly lit room. There laid a familiar blue-haired fellow, one that was too familiar to be comfortable with. He was fast asleep, his nose giving the smallest whistles with each exhale, his face half buried into the pillow. Lobco felt her chest ease a bit at his unconscious state, trying to calm her breathing to something soft and not as paniced. She glanced around at her surroundings, noticing the decent decor on the walls backed up by a maroon color that was spread thin across the walls. It seems like she was in his room, and not in the room she was usually kept in when she was forced to visit. What even happened again? So many things happen whenever she’s over that’s hard to pinpoint what exactly happened when, but she tried her hardest to remember, despite her head still feeling fuzzy.
After a bit, she gave up on thinking, as it hurt to do so. She’s assumed he probably didn’t do the worst he could do, as she could still feel her arms and legs. Well, kind of. Her eyes followed back to the resting demon, focusing on his face to make sure he wasn’t faking anything. If he was acting, then it really was geniune and very well done. If he was awake to bother her enough, she would probably even admit that he looked really peaceful in his sleep, compared to his usual chaotic and annoyingly energetic self. Actually, he even.. Kind of looked cute? Maybe even a bit handsome…
As the thought crossed her mind, her cheeks immediately flushed to a deep, vibrant crimson, making it difficult to tell her face apart from her hair. Why would she think that? That’s absolutely ridiculous. But yet.. Maybe it wasn’t as ridiculous as she thought? It was obvious he somewhat cared for her. I mean, if there was no connection or chemistry, why would he keep coming back for her? Sometimes, he even goes as far to hunt her down, no matter how far she is. When he wants her, he wants her so bad. He’s creepy and terrifying, but… His feelings aren’t fake, if there’s anything to admire about him. Lobco arched her head down, looking at the slinked arm around her body. She stared at it for a moment, noticing how he clung to her in his sleep. Did he always do this? She wondered if this was the first time she actually caught him doing this. Who knows, maybe he’d even be embarrassed about it. While he was so rude, there was something about romantic and sentimental stuff that always caught the demon off guard. Thinking about he could possibly react, the lobster held back a chuckle, letting out a soft ‘heh’ instead. It felt good to have at least a little something against him, even if it was barely anything.
The fact that he’s clinging to her.. It’s really nice, but it’s weird.. Wait a second, this is really weird!! Why is she thinking about this in such a charming way?! Unacceptable, this must be the work of his drugs or something again!! As her body rushes at the realization, she delivers a firm kick to Roc’s stomach out of aggressive impulse, Roc gasping awake as the shock and pressure force him to roll off and out of bed, pulling Lobco with him, both shrieking as they impacted onto the floor.
