Never being able to stay mad at the twins.
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For one, Beel eats your homework project (some sort of plant for a demonic biology class) and is absolutely devastated when you confront him.
He ends being more upset than you were in the first place. To the point where you’re basically comforting him. It’s a little unnerving to see 6’5 of pure muscle groveling at your feet.
“I really didn’t mean to.”
“I know Beel, i’m not that mad anymore.”
“…But you’re still mad.”
You sigh. “Alright, how about you buy me new seeds and fertilizer and all will be forgiven. Does that sound good?”
With that he gets you new supplies and offers to carry all of your books/bags for the rest of the week. (By the end of it you had to physically pry them out his hands. He just wanted you to be happy with him again.)
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On the other hand, Belphie absolutely abuses his puppy dog eyes to make you forget about whatever he did. (it works every time).
This time, he took it upon himself to turn off your alarm for the weekend. Sure, you didn’t have anything to do, but it’s the principle of it all! Which means it was well into the afternoon when you confront the lump of demon lying on top of you.
You cup his face with your hand, rubbing your thumb against his cheek. You swear you can a glint of satisfaction faction flash in his eyes, but it’s gone a blink.
“You’re not even sorry are you?”
He closes his eyes as he leans into your palm. “I can be if you want me too.” Then quieter, like it’s a secret between the two of you. “I wanted to be with you a little longer.”
And what can you even say to that?
