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Love seeing little pawprints. So fucking magical. There was a little guy here.

“That’s amazing. I need. Six of them.”

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“I know what a burrito is, captain obvious!” the demon flashed his fangs briefly and furrowed his brows. It was less of a threatening gesture though and one more of mild annoyance. “But… yeah… well, more like 600 or something now, but who has time to count? Age is just a number, ain’t nothing special.” Carlos chose to ignore the next sarcastic comment about the apartment building, but his eyes flicked back to the other’s at their curiosity of him being a demon and the fact it was their… day off. Carlos’s eyes slowly widened in realization as he put two and two together. “Wait wait wait, hold on! You’re telling me that you’re a…?”  he pointed to the other and paused looking him up and down quickly, and then turned around pushing his fingers into his hair. “Yep, that’s about right, that sounds like my luck! I passed out on a damn demon hunter’s doorstep didn’t I?” he turns to face him again in disbelief. It’d been lucky for him that this guy didn’t seem overly devoted to hunting any demon they saw like some others were. … And the demon would be keeping his mouth shut about his monthly feeding habits. “Well since you ain’t holding a crossbow at me or anything at me, I’m Carlos” he held his hand out to shake with the other’s. “So, you got a burrito or what?” a cheeky grin climbed onto his expression returning to the previous offer of the burrito. Something it seemed he had in common with the other was a willingness to see how far he could push it.

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“A burrito?” the demon’s eyes fixed on the stranger at the mention of food. It’d be more sensible to accept the water and think about food later, but then again Carlos wasnt exactly the best when it came to getting his priorities in line and had a track record for being persuaded by food. “Do you have one?” Now stood up straight the demon dusted himself down. “I don’t need a mom and pop place… I learned to tie my own shoe laces over 500 years go…” he had no idea what a mom and pop place was, but to him it sounded like somewhere that took care of kids. Carlos looked around taking in his surroundings. He had no recollection of how he got here or where he even was, but as soon as he realized he was in some strange hallway his eyes met with the stranger’s again. “This your place? I didn’t break in did I? … Listen, don’t call the cops or demon hunters or anything, I’ll leave peacefully” he held his hands up as he spoke this time to show the stranger he had no tricks up his sleeve. His voice was calm and sort of fed up sounding, but that was just his hangover. In actual fact he just couldn’t be dealing with the idea of having to flee or use any vigorous movement while he felt so rough. “I ain’t hurting shit with my head like this… well, except myself so it seems” He put his hands down again, and his gaze moved to the floor trying to avoid looking into the light while his eyes felt so sensitive.

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“Have you thought about... I dunno... being more careful?” He pauses, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “Taking up leatherworking?”