#askaami

@askaami

*He kind of stumbles his way down the stairs, having just woken up from his nap. His hand is pressing on his stomach, hair disheveled as his half-open eyes makes sure he doesn’t end up bumping on walls*

*When he smells the sweet scent of food, he pauses, his nose twitching. He can hear a faint sound of music coming from the kitchen and without really thinking about his actions, his feet had started to bring him towards the doorway*

*He peeks into the kitchen before a small smile forms on his lips*

There is that. The next time I plan a prank, I’ll let you know so you can decide if you’d like to see it play or not. I’ll have to think of my best one yet, if that’s the case. 

The food arrived and Satan was eager to try the soup that Aami had suggested. He eyed their curry, careful when he grabbed his bowl to pull it close to him, as if even brushing the plate would case his soup to spice up just by proximity. 

Satan didn’t say anything as Aami moved closer, instead getting a firmer grip on their arm as they walked. He hadn’t been on this side of the Devildom in some time, and while it was as nice a place as a demon’s domain could get he still didn’t wish for Aami or himself to get lost in its streets. 

I think everyone has a small stomach compared to him. Fortunately, since I’m sure no business could handle two bottomless pits let alone anyone’s wallets. 

He let them guide him down the street to where they wanted to eat, unfamiliar with the cafe Aami mentioned but pleased that it was both nearby and, if they were correct, overlooked. A quiet and simple cafe sounded like the perfect thing after the packed theater, loud music, and resounding applause. 

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His variety normally ends up being something along the lines of his anime merchandise.

*He chuckles under his own breath, recalling everytime his said brother is serving them some food that he ordered way too much of. And they’re mostly plastered with the faces of anime characters, game characters or band members. He wasn’t complaining tho. It’s food, and he’s going to eat the food given to him*

*The moment Aami had answered his question, a bright smile forms on his face, matching that of the sparkle in his eyes*

The next and final act was well deserved for its place. Aami was more captivating than before, the music more attention grabbing and the motions that followed each lyric more dramatic than ever. There was a standing ovation as the song faded and the theater, for the last time, went dark before the house lights came on and the crowd erupted. 

[txt] Thank you for thinking of me @askaami [txt]

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*the kiss on the cheek took him by him surprise, his eyes growing wide and his cheeks taking on a pinkish hue. He’s very much filled with happiness because of it though, and his bright smile shows exactly that. He doesn’t know if they would be okay with a kiss of his own as some kind of reciprocation so he settled with a soft boop on their nose*

I would ask with you and hope that Lucifer would allow it. I uh.. am already looking forward to the produce, to be honest. 

*he laughs sheepishly at the small confession of his eagerness while keeping his left hand on his rumbling stomach. He’s not feeling intense hunger yet, but he will never say no to some good cooked food*

Alright. You can make some food for the both of us too, so i’m not the only one who’s munching on something. 

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Creepy? 

*he echoes their words underneath his breath, a concerned frown forming on his face. He realizes that they wouldn’t be able to see his reactions because he’s behind them so he moves to their side, trying his best to not stare at their shirtless torso*

I don’t think it’s creepy at all. It is surprising but not creepy. No. 

*he’s aware that he’s basically repeating himself but he he doesn’t mind. if it can emphasize his thoughts about the matter, he would do it again*

I think it’s cool. And very.. unique. 

*he murmurs, eyes drawn into the bony wings once again. his hands twitches, curiosity coursing through them*