#sweetchaj

Magecrie, his hood and mask concealing all of his face, save for that twisted grin.  “My, my, what have I come across here...?”  Behind the abyssal eyes of the mask, his true eyes narrowed in interest.  “Quite bold, “ he comments, the claws of his gauntlets tapping against Chai’s chest as he proffers a glance downward towards the demon’s tail.  “Hiding in plain sight?  I’m surprised these mortals haven’t killed you yet... They’ve tried to do worse to me for far less...”

Just a little bit more... Ah shit. Anthony watches helplessly as he accidentally knocks over boxes of cereal off the shelf and onto a poor stranger. Well that’s unfortunate.

             ❝So--❞ Speaking in between chews. Classy Dante. ❝Theoretically speaking, if I can’t pay for this meal....what happens? I just....wanna know.❞ He seemed aloof but was actually panicking. The money he had ‘found’ and wanted to use for this meal was back at his camp. In his satchel. So he had no means of paying for this meal.

“Nikdo neví, jak si udržet ruce pro sebe?“  He asked aloud, though it was a rhetorical question.  It was as if no one had ever seen a man with augmented limbs before.  A quiet resentment sought to boil in him, but he maintained a sensible aura–despite his Czech comment made earlier asking if anyone knew how to keep their damned hands to themselves anymore.

     ❝ sorry, no can-do. that’s sort of my entire thing. you know,         mischief causing? it’s in my title and everything! what would         i be without that? just a cute, magical fox lady. ❞

She folded her arms across her chest, fake-pouting.

     ❝ heeey, he deserved what he got! i am just a sweet little lady...         i can do no wrong! ❞