#threads::ming

"Why should I help you? Just because you're Diavolo's pet? Go bother someone who can care about your problems.".

A yawn left the young demoness as she turned over onto her opposite side to face away from her on the cement bench. Lounging on the school grounds like a lazy lizard. Her head propped up on her left arm. A sigh coming from her at the sound of more foot steps joining them.

She didn't wanna get dragged into whatever dumb plans the mighty young lords had. And this human was pushing her boundaries. Dark blue eyes outlined in a fair crimson at the edges peered over her shoulder from the corners of the sweet almond shapes.

"Maybe you should run. They look awfully hungry for you.".

She plopped down in the seat next to him, leaning against the desk with her head propped against her hand. 

Her hand reaches up and ruffles the back of his hair a little. Leaning in a bit, she began lightly tapping the side of his mask with her other hand. Tilting her head curiously, an amused look on her face as she got comfortable sitting upon his thighs. 

“You’re working an awful lot lately~ I don’t think I’ve seen you take a break in a while sir~”.

   To say this was a rash decision was an understatement. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist before she knew it. Like her body was moving on its own as soon as she spotted him in the hallway. A surprising amount of strength from the normally rather docile female as she tugged him into the first open door they got to. Thankfully it wasn’t far off and it was empty. A small room with very few desks in it.

          “You’re asking too many questions.”.

    Her tone was vocally annoyed as she released his wrist, taking him by the tie instead to yank him in closer to her height. To press her lips against his. A rash decision indeed but she was so sick of constantly behaving, constantly worrying about how things would turn out. She just for once wanted to be honest and act out on the way she felt.

Her brow twitched more, furrowing in the middle as she stared at her. Kicking at a bit of makeshift dirt on the floor. 

“...Fine. But only because Lucifer would be angry if I didn’t humor you.”.

“.....You’re going to keep insisting even if I say no, aren’t you?”. 

   She crammed her hands into her pockets, staring at Dez’s fingers as if they were knives. Just a touch could make things go all wrong. Her stomach was doing flip flops in a rather unnatural fashion. And not the cutesy butterfly kind. 

“...Why. There’s no reason for you to be offering me comfort or an ear.”.

   Panic. Cramming its way into her throat, into her skin, into every crevice of her body. Her fingers shook as she took a tentative step back. An effort to escape Dez’s hold. Her touch. Her lips curling at the corners, a fake smile, that didn’t reach her eyes. One that was well practiced. 

“I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”.

   She felt flushed. Dizzy. Hot. It was too hot. Had she drank just a little too much tonight?