Oh, the indescretion in holding his face. But it feels right, like this. Right now.
But he thinks. Not to protest, no, because the demon is concerned too. And if they're anything alike, which they very much are, there needs to be a compromise.
"Well," An attempt. "Perhaps... You could keep me company."
Old demon yells at cloud (and hole on the floor)
But he thinks. Not to protest, no, because the demon is concerned too. And if they're anything alike, which they very much are, there needs to be a compromise.
"Well," An attempt. "Perhaps... You could keep me company."