the 90's were hella

GOD DAMN IT, you caught me—she’s Satan and I’m just tryna be Satan because no one else is relevant in Hell.

Aha but you can be her top demon— you can be the grim reaper—

nikki was right looking at cute animals when your sad works

I’m not just a demon, I’m Satan.

But if Sunny's Satan and you're Satan— Whut?

[ ` it was the contact that got her. something resembling a growl in the back of her throat erupted, and she snatched her wrist away, tears spilling in her eyes, making her vision blurry ] nothing’s wrong n’ i’m completely fine. okay?

/all at once his emotions are thrown into overdrive—simply at the site of the female crying before him, a feeling dawning over him similar to the sting one feels when their heart is split in two and he rushes to pull her into his arms tightly, squeezing her as he never had before—had they even hugged prior to this, really? it didn't matter. he had never seen Junhee this way and it was horribly painful, he didn't think he could take it—and to make it worse? it was his fault. now the oblivious male understood it all; Ah, it's obvious you're not.. /his voice cracks a bit, eyes starting to blur up with tears; You.. need to tell me. Be honest.