Diego

The world slowly came back into focus as they regained consciousness. Everything was blurry at first, and they blinked a few times to clear up their sight.

A silver-haired demon stood above them, and the Goat jerked upright with a startled bleat. That turned out to be a terrible idea as everything spun around them, and it took all they had not to fall back.

Don't show weakness.

That was lesson number one their God had taught them. Gritting their teeth, they stilled themself, turning their gaze back to the stranger.

“Sorry, Didn't mean to make you jump.” He quickly apologizes, bringing his hands up in a hopeful placating gesture. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright. You've been quiet for a while.”

Having been worriedly searching for his precious sketchbook, Ben’s stress had only grown the longer he’d gone with no sight of the book or all of the works within. Checking where he’d slept, where he’d left his belongings, triple-checking his backpack, he couldn’t catch a glimpse of it. It was only as an unfamiliar voice called, causing Ben to turn in surprise, that eyes fell on the cover of the sketchbook he’d been searching for.

“ Oh—! ”

Worried expression almost immediately turned to one of happiness, hands carefully taking the sketchbook from the stranger and holding it close, the artist unable to stop smiling.

“ Thank you so much! I was looking everywhere for it! ”

The streets were surprisingly empty, meaning there was less chance to find the right person…

"... Maybe a lil' bit....?"

He's probably the least combat experienced of the Picos, wields an airsoft gun, and overall his place is in a studion, he's not made for this kinda shit-

“All it takes is some practise, and you'll get the hang of it.” The demon comments, circling around him a bit. “As well as precision, aim, Oh and to make sure the weapon doesn't give you too bad a knock back as well. Depending on the weapon, of course.”