#wielderoftheblueflame

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"Actually that is me my boy. Not my father, although there are some tales of me and my father being both the same entity. In this case, yes it was me and actually yes it did hurt." 

((*Snorts*))

A faint hum emitted from the demon’s throat. He chewed gently at his lip, and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Now and then he’ll mouth a few words, maybe shaking his head slightly afterward and keeping his eyes trained either on his word or up and to the right. His tail flicked back and forth, not rapidly but not languidly either keeping a steady beat against his chair. 

When Azazel walks he walks a bit of a slower pace, typically walking with a low center of gravity and with his hands with shoved in his pockets or with his thumbs in his belt loops. He takes long strides as opposed to shorter steps when he walks, and often changes direction suddenly as he is never very decisive about where he wants to go. 

The demon shrugged slightly. "Like I said. The door was unlocked. I just happened to wander in." 

The demon snuck up behind the other, silently giggling. He put his hands on his shoulders, purring in the boy's ear. "You know usually when people do this they have enough sense to lock the door."