[It’s hard to miss him, with how tall and broad he is, not to mention the cartoonish amount of food he’s carrying in the buffet. Haruka stares at his plates, his own breakfast of chazuke seeming very… modest.
But he’s not too rude to just ignore being waved over, so he trots over obediently.]
[He’s absolutely just picturing a giant sea serpent, now. Thanks, video games.]
…Yeah.
[There is a pause before the answer, but it’s truthful. There had been a point where the answer would have been “no” or even “I don’t know”, but things change.]
[Something deeply apologetic crosses his face, and he stops his frantic shoveling, awkwardly moving two of the cleared plates to the side in the silence.]
...Sorry to hear that. I'm glad she does what she can, though. That must mean a lot.
Don't humans usually have parents, though? Siblings?
[The family you choose…? Does Haruka even have anything like that? Kujou rejected him, and Acchan sided with him despite everything…
It might be ZOOL, after everything, but he still remembers the twisting anxiety of watching Touma and the old members of No_MAD…
He’s not sure how long they’ll last, even if they might be what he’s chosen.
He quiet for a long moment, barely blinking at the hand on his head, and not even getting offended at the crumbs. He tries to keep his cool, but he doesn’t completely manage to hide his sniffle.]
Yeah. I guess so. I mean, I barely remember them, so what does it matter?
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But he’s not too rude to just ignore being waved over, so he trots over obediently.]
…Good morning.
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Morning. You look a little calmer.
[He pauses, fishing over one of his plates before pulling out another pastry and holding it out to Haruka.]
You want a croissant? They're not filled with Black Tar Jelly or anything here, but they're still pretty okay.
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Black Tar Jelly? That sounds gross.
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But, thanks…
[He takes the croissant anyways, but he stares at it for a moment instead of taking a bite.]
Are you really a demon?
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[He gets back to adding more to his already overflowing plate, pausing only slightly at the question.]
Yeah.
You were pretty freaked out the other night. I thought it would be a bad idea to tell you then.
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[“Think”.
He takes a bite of the croissant finally.]
Are you like… biblical? Or that all not at all applicable to you?
[His cheeks go just a bit pink.]
You don’t have to answer any of that, sorry, I’m just - it’s all just a lot to take in.
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[He slows in the middle of putting another pastry in his mouth.]
Mn. Depends what you mean by biblical. I don't keep track of the changes humans keep making in the church anymore.
[And into his mouth it goes.]
Cm'n. T'blh. [He nods towards one of the tables.]
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[He’s obediently following him to a table, even though he probably should be more wary about demons who said he looks delicious.]
Fallen angels and Lucifer and stuff.
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He slides his plates onto the table, swallowing what's in his mouth a little more carefully.]
Then yeah, I know about it. Lucifer is my older brother.
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[…Should he be more concerned about his immortal soul, now?]
…I didn’t know Lucifer had brothers.
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He used to have a lot more. Sort of. Things change, though.
[He hands out another pastry. Eat, u tiny boy.]
Where did you learn about him?
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[Ah. Wait. That's probably a bad question to ask one of Lucifer's younger brothers?
He takes the second pastry, putting it down for now because he still needs to finish his first croissant!! Some people pace themselves, Beel!]
...I sang in the choir at the church near my grandmother's, when I was little, so I picked up a few things.
[Though that feels like it was a lifetime ago, even if he's not that old at all.]
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No. But it's probably better not to talk about it.
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Hold, please, let him chew.]
Mn. You went to a church. Okay.
Do you like to sing?
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So he just nods.]
I’m an idol. I sing for a living.
[Which is not a yes or no, necessarily.]
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Do people worship you or something?
[Does pudding boy have a godly voice or something? Damn. Good job, pudding boy.]
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[Explaining idols to a demon is not something he ever thought would happen, but here he is.]
An idol is just a kind of performer.
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That's neat. I think Leviathan talks about people like you. I never really know what he's talking about.
[No offense.]
Do you like performing for people like that?
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…Yeah.
[There is a pause before the answer, but it’s truthful. There had been a point where the answer would have been “no” or even “I don’t know”, but things change.]
There’s nothing else like it.
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Mm.
Human lives are pretty short. So it's good to do something you like with your time.
Does your family cheer for you?
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He looks down at his pastries, tearing the remains of the croissant into pieces.]
…My grandmother’s health isn’t the best, so she can’t come to a lot of our shows. I know she supports me, though.
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[Something deeply apologetic crosses his face, and he stops his frantic shoveling, awkwardly moving two of the cleared plates to the side in the silence.]
...Sorry to hear that. I'm glad she does what she can, though. That must mean a lot.
Don't humans usually have parents, though? Siblings?
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…Well, yeah. It’s just… they died when I was young, so I didn’t really… know them.
[Haha… ha…
Well. Better to talk about this and the family that wasn’t quite his?]
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It's okay.
Sometimes the family you choose is just as important as the ones you might lose.
[The hand is lowered, chasing a stray crumb that's tumbles off Haruka's player to flick it back to where it belongs.]
Sorry if that was a question that hurt, though. You don't have to talk about it.
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It might be ZOOL, after everything, but he still remembers the twisting anxiety of watching Touma and the old members of No_MAD…
He’s not sure how long they’ll last, even if they might be what he’s chosen.
He quiet for a long moment, barely blinking at the hand on his head, and not even getting offended at the crumbs. He tries to keep his cool, but he doesn’t completely manage to hide his sniffle.]
Yeah. I guess so. I mean, I barely remember them, so what does it matter?
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Did you choose your brother?
[Lucifer, that is.]
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