#gasmaskdevil

Anna was trembling, holding her bleeding side. Did...did that really just happen? She stared at Zohara, almost in disbelief. That argument...what were they even fighting about. Tears stung her eyes, the pain having brought them forth. She...she couldn't blame Zohara...she had pushed her so far, it was an accident. She'd never hurt her. Anna lightly touched Zohara's face, smiling a bit. "It's okay, Edan...I'll be fine."

"I don't suppose you are a low enough demon that none would miss you?"

Anna blinked in surprise, she had never been given gifts from strangers before—at least she didn’t think so. “A gift? Whatever I wish?” It sounded much too good to be true, to be honest. “A cloak, perhaps? That would be nice…” She thought of who to give the gift to, torn between two of her friends. “Actually…I wish for the cloak to go to Zohara, and a jacket for Woodie.”

"............ This isn't how I usually get a woman in bed with me. But I ain't complainin'." he snickered quietly, remaining still with half his face buried into the pillow.

"Vergil no making fun of other women's.... breast size."

-Anna

"Oh! I'm sorry, I almost bumped into you." she apologized.

Reacting to Taunt: ...E-Edan, what are you saying?