(yosafxcker) The small demon can't help but let out a choked yelp in disgust and morbid curiosity. She may have fallen asleep in God and Devil Anatomy class, but she's quite certain that that orfice shouldn't stretch that far.
A arm wrapped around the tiny demon who had somehow seen the certain ah, playtime he had with his God. Pushing much too close to her as he talked, there was a certain excitement still to his actions and explanations after such a act.
âNow, now little one thereâs no reason to be alarmed yes? He likes it see, and stretching that far out is a talent! Its the best talent to have since you can have so much fun with it, think of all the things you can put in there! Perfectly normal, normal~! You should try it too!â
She can't help but grown in moderate disgust, flinching at the hand that is now wrapped tightly around her thankfully-clothed shoulders. The demon wishes half heartedly that the cross draping from her neck could repel him and extinguish his toxic presence from her lungs, but the more he talks the less likely this possibility becomes. Before she knows it, she realizes that her facial features have been held in quite an appalling stare, nose scrunched up and eyes glinting in a heightened combination of dread and loathing.
"EYECH, no way, Jose!!" She cries indignantly, flinging her arm outward in an attempt to separate the devil from her sweater with little care to how rude she must seem. Why does her impudence matter when he's the one who touched her after doing... That... Without washing his hands?!
Wait a minute... G R O S S!!!
"I'm not interested!" She insists, crossing her arms and pouting. "I like being able to sit my fanny down every once in awhile PLUS!! You should know to wash your hands after doing something like... that!!" Cheeks turn pink as red eyes travel downward. Froze may have to teach her how to bleach a sweater without setting it on fire.
