That TV Thing

Yu Yu Hakusho Vintage-Style T-Shirt

From the "Studio Pierrot Style"

I would get exactly nothing done all day. Jude in a three-piece, and trying not to swoon in front of Liam?

"You are not going to believe this," he started in a tizzy.

You put your DDD down, expecting him to launch right into a high-powered vent. Instead, he insisted, "I need to sit down. You need to hear this."

There was plenty of space. Asmodeus plopped down with enough force to bounce you a little bit upwards. In the second it took for you and the cushion to fall back into place, he grabbed your arm and hoisted it to eye level.

You watched, too puzzled and surprised to say anything, as he pulled your feet out from under your legs and pushed them off the couch. Your ankle hit the floor at a painful angle. He pushed your shoulder back so your spine straightened up and nudged you a couple of centimeters closer to the armrest.

Asmodeus spent about a minute arranging you as he saw fit. He picked a loose thread off your shirt and smoothed down the fabric over your thighs before finally laying the back of his head right in your lap. Several seconds of adjusting his neck to find the perfect spot followed. At last, he set your hand down over his chest, the cherry on top of his preferred seating arrangement, where he held your fingers like a fidget toy.

Asmodeus stared up at you, a soothing sight for stress-filled eyes, while his body laid out across the entire rest of the couch. His high-end clothes started to wrinkle.

Instead of asking like a normal person what he wants, he starts talking in riddles, expecting you to get the hint.

After a while you get used to it.

«Excuse me, I think you may have dropped your book»