#*v. chainsaw man.

Send “👋” to smack my muse on the butt.

The Chief didn’t know which was more embarrassing - her very audible sharp intake of air or the way her hips jolted into the table she’d been leaning against. She had been going over papers of the various devils that were down here before Quanxi figured the best greeting she could give was a hefty smack to her rear end.

“Oh, you are, are you?” Despite Power’s outward refusal that most devil hunters would’ve probably taken offense to and demand to know why a fiend wasn’t listening to orders, the Chief on the other hand remained calm. (She wouldn’t exactly be where she was if she flipped the id for every single wildcard that walked through those doors. Even if she couldn’t remember how she got there in the first place). Instead, brows raised as she continued on with her work, only shooting Power an amused glance.

“Oh, is the great Quanxi inviting me to stay over?” Brows raise at the playful retort even if every muscle in her body ached to lay down. An unfortunate side effect to her power... too much too fast caused a massive strain and even if they had to have captured that devil alive, a nagging voice at the back of her head couldn’t help but wish they left it alone to save herself the misery.

Still, she tugged at the coat that usually hung around her shoulders off, letting it slide onto the arm of the couch. Truthfully, she was rather grateful for the offer - a trek back to her own living quarters sounded like hell and she let that gratitude show with a quick smile.

Normally, Makima’s appearance alone would’ve been reason enough to stand at attention but to get visited in the cover of night when she’d had no one but the company of the locked-up devils to converse with... Suffice to say, it granted a whole new layer of surprise. Something about looking back and seeing those hypnotizing golden eyes staring at you when you thought you were alone was.... Phew. It gave her a start.

“No, I.... Have I?” Though there were no windows this down below, one glance at the clock told her dawn wasn’t too far off. Where had the time go? Sure, it was her job to look after the devils that’d been captured alive and held for possible contracts to be made but any other devil hunter would’ve clocked out right on time to spare themselves a minute more of being in such overwhelming presences. But Yuno, well... She found them easier to deal with than most people, with or without her ability to ‘shackle’ them and get them under control. Plus. They made great conversationalists.