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“Oh, I –” they haven’t said those words before, and hearing them now is surprising, this isnot the moment she thought they’d come out of his mouth. 

Anko blushes, her neck flushing red all the way up to her cheeks. She’s too embarrassed to look at him now, instead her eyes turn away.

“S’okay. I like you. Just don’t lose your temper and threaten to kill me again when we’re training and I think we’ll be good.”

“Fine. I’ll only threaten to maim you or resort to cannibalism if you die first while we’re stuck in a blizzard.” Humor made what he said less real, right?

          “────Patient? Hardly ─ I see that distaste in your eyes, child. Trying to twist your way around my finger will only result in it being shoved down your throat,” Perhaps the Demon had more to learn about the company of ghosts ─── After all, much like her interactions with FEMALES, if one had nothing to offer,

                  She saw no point in them existing.                "─I merely reference the fact you’re not amongst your fellow angels. You have no wings, and you have no claws; you’re simply HERE.

     I could almost feel sorry for you, as now that your body’s rotted away,

     It’s only a matter of time before your soul does too, eh?“

“It’s been a couple hundred years and I’m still going strong.” Yu shrugged.

“I have something I need to do----when a proper host comes along, I’ll be

borrowing the body for a time. And you’re not allowed to judge me. You’re

“Is that you asking for dirty talk?” She makes a face when he ruffles her hair, and leans down to give him a kiss.

“I mean, I can try, but I’ll probably start talking about a cheese covered dick or something and…” She makes a face and then relaxes on top of him with a huff, rolling off of him to rest in the crook of his arm. 

“Hn.” When their lips met he nipped at her lower lip. If she wanted to jest, two could play at being a tease.

“Just trying to temper the awful part of your ego you seem so intent on stroking.” Anko glares down at him, drumming the fingers of her right hand against his side lightly - so she’s teasing, sort of, if she’s still being affectionate.

“But if you want me off and out, sure. You can use your tears to jack off next time.”

“No, no – continue. Please. It’s interesting.”

Anko squirms against him, her legs still around his waist, but swats his hand away. The mood is ruined and it is his fault.

“I always love witnessing your slow descent into megalomania. It’s such an interesting, new side to you, I enjoy every precious moment of it.”

He almost choked on his drink, upon hearing the other’s question. This was embarassing. “WHAT eyeliner? Isn’t that…something ladies wear —?”

“It’s on your face. Right now. Ancestors above,

does alcohol hit you this quickly?” Yu, for one, is

The Sannin couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s statement. “Care about my well-being? Now, that’s a new one.” he was positive he could take care of himself, even after a few good swigs of alcohol, which usually led to a bad mood for days, seeing as he got tipsy pretty quickly. 

“Worry about yourself, first.”

“You win, you win.” He raised a hand in defeat before taking

another drink himself. There are some things that had to be learned

by experience alone. “Not that I’m all that great at small talk in the

first place, but how the hell do you get your eyeliner like that? Whenever

“You’re supposed to give flowers to a woman, not to ME —”

“Must be a cultural difference. Shima isn’t one