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"I hope I can find some cake...!"

"That was the library I just passed, and the recreational room is up ahead, but which way was the kitchen again?"

"What was that all about?" Seo rubbed the back of her head in confusion, then sat up from her bed and stretched herself out. Despite the previous explanation, there was still little she understood of the current situation so she thought it best to explore the facility. Once out the door there seemed to be another fellow wanderer-- her first victim. She ran over to the stranger while waving a hand in the air, then once the distance was shortened her expression changed to a more neutral one.

"Soooo.. What's the dealio with the whole partner thing?"

           ◤★◢    —  When you're on a mission, why stand still?

           Looking for signs of the other demons was absolutely painstaking, especially when your hunger was running through unsatiable. That... wasn't the worst of it. It was quite literally unsatiable. Impossible was it to keep any food down at all-- dairy, poultry, sweets-- you name it, Noin would, without fail, regurgitate it. If he was so vamished, why won't it satisfy? It was that time of the day again-- the time to rest his tired body, time to quit for eight hours or so (but lately, sleeping is difficult, too), time for the daily charge.

           A room shared with three other people wasn't much of a problem so long they don't speak to or talk to him. Actually, they were there right then, doing whatever. It was fairly obvious who Noin was connected to, as he felt, well. Connected. It was an alien feeling. Was that guy hungry? Jesus. Monster apetite, huh? One thing that brought relief was that his partner was not, or at least... did not seem human in the slightest. Being connected to a human would be a great farce and embarrassment, after all! A great, powerful demon like him...

» He was pissed.

Locating the source of his anger would take a while - it was a chain of events that had made his facade and general..well, general not-too-irritable attitude slip and make him, well, angry. More irritated than angry, but really, both were viable words to describe his emotions. His head was a brooding storm cloud, full of irritation and frustration at the general situation and everything that had happened.

Muttering something to himself, he strode irritably down the hallway, not caring who may stand in his path. Unfortunately for him, he should have - as it was his own partner that stood before him.

The pain from the collision was double what it would've been, considering his own and then his partner's. Damn.