Satanick was... something else, to say the least. He always was, and always will be, from what Sullivan thought.     Therefore, it was... as expected, something else whenever he had to visit the big boss. Whether it was forced or not... Well, he supposed it was always forced. He got invited over for non-business reasons at times, for whatever reason... just... casual. But, still, inherently forced, because who was he to deny the devil of this world?

     This was one of those times. Regrettably.

     With a sigh, he knocked on the devil’s door, eyes focused on the knob.

“ Hey, uh... Satanick? What’d you need me for? ”

    He shivered at the thought... Unless that was just the weather. It might have been the fact that Sullivan was all skin and bones, how sickly he was, or just... how dreadfully cold Pitch Black had always been. Even if he came here at a young age, he supposed he was just... more used to the more temperant weather.

    Pulling his scarlet scarf up to his nose and placing his hands in his pockets, he waited outside the familiar high school walls, on a bench not far from the entrance. He had waited out here for a certain high schooler before, but... he couldn't exactly... Come here for her. Besides, if Sullivan brought more than one specific kid home, Yagi would...

    He didn't want to think about it. Sighing softly, he checked his watch... The kid should have been done with his tutoring by now...

    Oh, there he was. Sullivan raised a gloved hand, signaling Jork that he was nearby. He hoped the teen would notice if he didn't shout...

    ... It didn't seem like he was hearing him.

“ O-oh! ”

The demon lifted a hand to his mouth, slightly embarassed by the ordeal.