he’s taking it upon himself to leave them both a mug of warm tea for when they would                 come home.

                           for even if spring is on the horizon, the waters could be terribly chilly.

“𝓗ahaha. Oh, that’s quaint, and quite funny.”

“Ugh...What a pain...” All the demon wanted to do was explore the ocean a bit, see the sights, get away from the brat of a devil he lived with, and maybe find something fun.

Instead he found some strange creatures that attacked him for no reason. Normally he would have taken care of them easily but he got a little careless and they were able to get a few injuries in.

Pressing his hand against the cut on his cheek, Steam watched the blood float in the water and sighed. He wasn’t hurt all that badly, if anything, he was more annoyed than anything.

Rosy tentacles drifted across rusty metal bars, shaking ever so slightly beneath the rough touch of their current jailkeeper.  Blood red eyes shined in the light of the sea, filtering in through the cracks of the dungeon walls. 

His aim was focused.  No words from mourning prisoners, soon to be convertees, stalled the octopus from his venture.  Endless Hatred, binding him to the man he was destined to visit that night, guided his passage.  His jealousy called him to act and torture, despite the object of their mutual desires being long since buried by Fukami's bloodied hands.

✮ Standing in place would only make me suffocate ! ┇ @shark-kichi ;; 

Now, it wasn't often that the little dolphin wound up in these situations; scared & separated from her witch & other familiars. But of course, those moments had to come eventually ------- & now, here she was. ALONE. What was she trying to do again ?

Perhaps if she wasn't so SCARED, she could remember but ------- there was nothing in her mind now; nothing but fear was running through her head the second she saw that unmistakably FIERCE face.

THE FACE OF A SHARK.

Eyes of dull carmine 「 what a strange shade for a dolphin. 」 stare wide as they look up at the apex predator. What was DOLPHI, the proud daughter of a swordswoman to do ?

Naturally, mimic her fellow familiar & THROW SLUGS AT HIM.

     ★ ' G-G-GO AWAY ! Don’t EAT me ! '