Mischief Maker - Ravi + Nichkhun
Boredom could do strange things to a demon. Ravi personally was one of those demons who just simply hated being bored. And when he had nothing to do, he often went looking for trouble - usually the worst kind.
And today, that was what he would do. His lips curled into a smirk as he sat on the bench inside the crowded mall. He silently wondered what he could do first...his powers unfortunately limited him to causing pain and otherwise injuring the people around him, so he would have to come up with some other method of attack. Maybe there was a subtle way he could take someone like a puppet on a string...
He got to his feet, extending his knife just a little beneath the sleeve of his jacket. All it would take was one bump and everything he needed would be in the palm of his hand...but doing it would draw attention to himself. But no...he didn’t care. How much fun would it be to simply make someone behave erratically?
He bumped into a man as he was walking by, his knife scratching a thin line on his arm. The man winced and jumped away from him, but Ravi was already walking away, the few drops of blood he’d obtained dripping onto his fingers. With a quick snap, the man had dropped to the floor, as though the rug had been swept out from under him. With another flick of his wrist, he was skidding down the hallway, bowling down several more people. Ravi cracked a smile.
Now things were getting interesting.
