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[🌟] The sun, nearly painted over by indigo hues on the large canvas above, gave a final adieu to the land below, the last few beings who passed by slowly making their way back to the comfort of their houses. Of course, the flower girl could do no such thing– certain flowers glowed upon the coming of night, and, on Free Flower Day, it felt like a sin to not give someone else such a wondrously beautiful gift. The flower would not die, nor would it ever wilt, thanks to her special way of growing the beauties; truly a marvel to behold. Seeing one of the last few people walking about– a demon, specifically– she quickly constructs a flower crown, a bountiful cornucopia of different shades and breeds, only to stand atop tiptoes to place it along the surface of his head. Curtsying, she lifts her head, a smile skirted by rosy cheeks directed toward him, hands grappling at the hem of her dress still. 

As rare as it was for him to leave his little abode, a few things worked as good motivators to make his way into the more social world. Be it food, comfy clothes, things at lower than average prices, and little events here and there. And with word spread and a few little advertisements for one that seemed cute and fairly small, he might as well try to give it a look. Even if it was with an air of shyness and minor anxiety he tended to get from walking out during the day. However, he certainly wasn’t expecting such a greeting. It was at least enough to bring some ease to the goof, along with some slight embarrassment.

[🌟] At first, she assumed that the compliment had simply pushed past his boundaries of comfort, though she, herself, was at ease once he spoke in return. A tint of pink crossed her cheeks, and she laughs quietly, standing straight up once more, her basket tucked beside her as usual. Strands of hair fell into her line of sight, and she merely swept them aside, a flutter arising within her chest; it was pleasant to talk to someone. Demons and humans may walk the same streets, though there were still ones who would shoot the others dirty looks, as if they were lower than them– as if they were dirt. The flower mistress was not one of those types, however, as she simply enjoyed bringing happiness to all with her blossoms and buds. Attention turning back toward the male, she gives a pause before speaking again.

{ Pacing to and fro, a hand ran throughout long locks, feet tapping against the creaking floorboards. The cut wasn’t that bad, right? It wasn’t too deep, and it clearly hadn’t hit any spots that could kill her, but… It hurt like a bitch. Her other hand now cradled the wound, only to reopen it, blood spilling onto the floor. Son of a fuck. }

{ The first thing she noticed was the awkward rumbling sensation that spread throughout the house– either there was an earthquake, or she had some serious brain damage. A hand met her head, the wound still fresh with blood, as eyes fixed themselves on a new figure, and her scorched furniture. }

{ A groan, followed by an eye roll. As if she hadn’t heard this a thousand or so times already– and it never got any easier to deal with, either. She scoots back a bit, now sitting up, leaning herself against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, eyes staring him down. }

Even if he played this card plenty of times, it never really got any less entertaining. He was a huge tease at heart, and she was pretty much the perfect one to tease. Empty threats, cute reactions and all sorts of fun to be had.

{ Disobedient. Though she was used to his general antics, she would never get used to him treating her like she was a pet. Swallowing hard, she folds her arms, staring down at the surface of the bed; what now? }

{ Now he’s definitely trying to egg her on, and as much as she wanted to refuse to give him the satisfaction, her personality screamed no. She huffs, her eyes flickering off to the side as she now flops down– whether it from exhaustion from staying in that position, or just genuine defeat– shrugging a bit. }

stupid loser:

[Nat]

{ Blinking, she gives a laugh, which then turns into a snort, a hand waving dismissively. }

{ One corner of her lip turned down, the other remaining in a stationary position, cheeks puffing out. While that was clearly off topic, she decided to lean up a bit, balancing herself on her forearms, her eyes boring into his own. Jesus, red is an intimidating color. Sometimes she forgets that. }

Ah, yes, the puffed cheeks. A sign he’s doing the right thing. Or the wrong thing, he’s not sure yet. Although, for once, he was kinda thankful for his weird eyes. He probably needed every little boost to intimidation he could get. Thankfully, he had maybe eight different things that gave him a leg up.

{ Now he’s definitely trying to egg her on, and as much as she wanted to refuse to give him the satisfaction, her personality screamed no. She huffs, her eyes flickering off to the side as she now flops down-- whether it from exhaustion from staying in that position, or just genuine defeat-- shrugging a bit. }

[Nat]

{ A light tint of rose coated her porcelain cheeks, throat clearing itself quietly as the petting continued. Seems she was doing something right, at least. }

{ Said girl in question quizzically stares at the other, somewhat confused by the other’s intense stare. }

{ What a shit. She sighs, peering up at the lumbering fool, her eyes rolling once. If she could fold her arms right now, she would, but she can’t. He’s still making her too warm, and if she moved, she would probably combust. Didn’t mean she couldn’t be sassy, though. }

With a person like Adam, sass would often be returned with more sass. Though at times slightly more intimidating sass. Probably thanks to the whole demon thing he had going on. And the tallness. And sadistic nature. He’d be harmless without all those, though. Maybe.

{ One corner of her lip turned down, the other remaining in a stationary position, cheeks puffing out. While that was clearly off topic, she decided to lean up a bit, balancing herself on her forearms, her eyes boring into his own. Jesus, red is an intimidating color. Sometimes she forgets that. }

{ While she was cold, and did want a source of warmth, he was a bit too warm. She rolls over a bit, still beneath the living piece of volcanic mush, huffing slightly. This wouldn’t end well, especially since she was already beginning to form sweat on the back of her neck– he was literally steaming her. }

He leaned up slightly, giving her a bit more room, but still in fairly close contact. He could understand being too warm for some people. Hell, he could understand accidentally burning some people, but Natalie wasn’t like some people. How odd… Maybe it’s something about his species he still wasn’t aware of. Who knows.

{ What a shit. She sighs, peering up at the lumbering fool, her eyes rolling once. If she could fold her arms right now, she would, but she can’t. He’s still making her too warm, and if she moved, she would probably combust. Didn’t mean she couldn’t be sassy, though. }

{ Lazy, hazy afternoons were all she knew of, now. While it was easy for her to become distracted, she had her attention focused on one particular being– her housecat-like “friend, Adam. }

And of course, with a housecat-like attitude, he wanted lots of attention, affection and food, but could kinda be an ass about it at times. And again, in a cat-like nature, he could be ridiculously attached and feel the need to show it in less than normal ways.

{ While she was cold, and did want a source of warmth, he was a bit too warm. She rolls over a bit, still beneath the living piece of volcanic mush, huffing slightly. This wouldn’t end well, especially since she was already beginning to form sweat on the back of her neck-- he was literally steaming her. }