#thoguhts

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JINU:

This man (coughdemoncough) would yelp.

His eyes would go wide in surprise, and he’d stagger back a step, nearly falling on his arse as if momentarily forgetting that, as a demon, he couldn’t feel pain. He’d stand there, holding his arm out awkwardly, staring at the scene mildly taken aback.

That shock would quickly shift into confusion, followed by mild irritation. His brows would furrow. He’d glance down at the human still latched onto his forearm, teeth sunk firmly into his skin, and give them a long, unimpressed look.

“I thought humans were supposed to have evolved beyond their beastly instincts…” he’d mutter, raising his arm higher while the human remained attached like a particularly stubborn leech.

In all honesty, after the initial surprise, Jinu would just be... amused. Calmly, he’d stared, waiting to see how long it would take for the person’s brain to catch up and realise there was no blood. Only the slow rise of thin, fiery wisps curling up from the bite mark, beginning to lick at their skin.

A cooked human it is, Jinu would think and wait. Not like he would eat them. Jinu has class mind you.

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ROMANCE:

He would just straight out screech.

Why? He’d just bathed! Having slathered on his balm, he was clean, radiant and flawless. And now—now this human had the audacity to sink their germ-infested, yellow teeth into his freshly pampered skin?

Who in their right mind wouldn’t be horrified?

So, naturally, Romance did the first thing that came to mind to get rid of the sensation. He flicked his arm—with enough force to send the human flying across the pavement.

And… well.

Oh no. Romance blinked, gaze trailing to the crumpled, unmoving figure on the ground. It was exactly like when you panic at a bug, flick it off by instinct, and then realise too late you’ve killed it. That same awkward, creeping feeling began to rise inside him.

But then he sighed and shrugged. “Oh welp,” he muttered.

Peering down at the body, he would ask aloud, “Gwi-ma, you still want a bit of damaged goods?” He would feel the faintest ripple of amusement flicker at the edge of his mind, along with a subtle thread of judgment.

Ironic, really, coming from the Lord of Demons.

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ABBY:

This one would just find it hilarious.

The second the person bit into his arm, Abby would let out a delighted laugh—bright and unbothered, in the way a dog owner would react to a hyperactive pup.

Abby would even grin and begin shaking his arm, as if it were a tug toy the human was playfully trying to wrestle from him.

If the biting hadn't stopped, Abby would start cooing over the person and give their head a few pats, like one might soothe a particularly rowdy pet.

“There, there. It’s all good. Yes, youwe so strong and fierce! Look at you—so strong and cute~”

There is a good chance Abby would end up taking them home after this, and announcing to the others he’d brought home a new pet.

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BABY:

If someone dared to bite him, Baby would bite right back.

In his defence, though! Demons often engaged in “playful” brawls. And if one attacked, the other was almost guaranteed to mimic the move.

The problem was, this was a human... And demon teeth were... well, sharp...

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Like Baby knew there were demons who actually ate humans, but he never quite found satisfaction in that. It seemed like a thing only the older demons did, so that ruled out the option of “eating the evidence.” Besides, Mystery had a particular taste, and Baby wasn’t sure the human was it.

He refused to work harder than necessary. So, burying the problem was out of the question too. And no doubt the soul was now spoiled by Baby’s demonic energy, since he’d quite literally taken a bite out of the human, meaning Gwi-ma would not appreciate either the body or soul.

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He bit his bottom lip, a low hiss of frustration slipping out. “Shhhiiit...”

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