Aug 23, 2018
"Hey... Ryo? What's your opinion on Marriage?"
Satan looked up from the gigantic pot of curry Miki had asked him to stir. He blinked at Akira, a little surprised by the question.
“What brought this on?”
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"Hey... Ryo? What's your opinion on Marriage?"
Satan looked up from the gigantic pot of curry Miki had asked him to stir. He blinked at Akira, a little surprised by the question.
“What brought this on?”
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A few drinks in and the tanned cheeks gave a typical reddened glow. Akira had become adept at knowing his limits and never reached a level of intoxication beyond tipsiness. Being a devilman, he had to take certain precautions not to lose control and substance consumption could achieve just that.
The evening was quite enjoyable- he and the angel had a few laughs, conversed about several things and exchanged sweet nothings. But then came a time where Akira excused himself for a brief bathroom break. On his way back, he was stopped by a stranger, which practically bumped into him and forced the half-fiend to come to a stop. Being the kind man he was, he quickly apologized, however, it seemed like this so-called collision might’ve been on purpose. A woman wearing very tight clothes boldly stood before him and even dared to place a hand on his chest as if to stop him from leaving. The flirting started and Akira was just about to politely turn her down when he suddenly saw a very familiar set of wings come within their vicinity. His only thought was- Oh boi…
“Ryo… please don’t make a scene. I was just-”
As soon as the woman started making her way towards Akira, Satan knew something was up. He followed the woman with his gaze, and narrowed his eyes when she moved just so she could bump into Akira. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book, and of course Akira was too polite and gentle in temperament to shove the woman away. Nose scrunching, Satan pushed from his seat, and marched towards the woman pawing at his man.
He was just about to unleash the wrath of God onto the lustful pair of bosoms on heels when Akira spoke. Catching the look on Akira’s face, Satan sighed, deflating a little. He couldn’t smack around a human when Akira was staring at him like this. However, when the lady turned and sent him a glare with scowling lips, the urge to smite her returned with a vengeance, an ethereal glow enveloping his form as his wings beat apart to a full stretch.
“Bitch, do you not know who I am?”