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"D..do you need something, Satan-sama..?" Aoi had been hired as a servant recently and he nervously adjusted the hem of his maid dress as he looked at him.

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"D..do you need something, Satan-sama..?" Aoi had been hired as a servant recently and he nervously adjusted the hem of his maid dress as he looked at him.
Cheek, hips, fingers, chin. Gently. A little shyly. (satan-is-not-evil)
She almost jumped at the sudden feeling of cold hands on her. He wasn't touching anywhere inappropriate, but she just wasn't used to the feeling. A small pink spread on her cheeks and she looked at him questioningly. "W..What? That was really sudden.."
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Yukio looked at the photo of the woman on his nightstand. It was one of the few pictures of his mother, most pictures being of him and his brother growing up. He sighed, putting the picture down as he got up off of the bed. The young child was only about five years old and walked past his brother in his room. He looked around, "Daddy..?"
"I just picked up a book at the library about how to hot wire cars. Let's go joy riding!" (satan-is-not-evil)
"How about no. You'd be okay, but I'm 100% sure I would die."
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Aoi sighed, his hair being brushed back, "Dad... why do I need to have my hair brushed down?" He pouted, looking at him. He did not know he was going to meet another member of his new family. Wasabi was watching them from far away, not liking her tamer with clean hair.
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Satan hummed softy, staring at nothing in particular.
Aoi blinked, looking at the man outside of the apartment. Amaimon was at work and he frowned, sighing as he held Wasabi. He walked outside, waving at the male.