[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?
[But he'll leave the thought there. He can hear the shudder, and he doesn't want to push it for this poor kid when he's barely eating as it is.]
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Yeah. I don't think being brothers works the same for us as it does for humans. But I still chose him, and all my other brothers, when it mattered most to me.
[What's Lucifer like? Hm. It's been a while since anyone's asked him something like that. He takes a second to mull it over with another mouthful of food, eyes scanning the pattern of the table in silence.
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He's proud. Stubborn. Bossy. Powerful. When he sets his mind to something, he'll make sure it gets done, no matter what he has to build or tear down to get there. He's reliable. And he's--
[...
Another bite. He tries to not make it look intentional.]
--He's usually really protective.
He doesn't forgive, though. If he holds a grudge, he can hold it forever. Same goes for breaking his trust. So he's not the worst. But he wouldn't mind being called that sometimes. He can be pretty intimidating, and he knows it.
[He just says that without even thinking, honestly, but… well. It’s the truth. Haruka’s met a ton of proud, stubborn, bossy people who will do ridiculous things for what they care about. Though he knows the power Beel means isn’t the sort of “power” Haruka knows, from that description alone he’s just thinking of Re:vale’s Yuki…]
I mean, that’s not nearly as bad as I was thinking. Are all of your other brothers like that?
Yeah. Nothing I can do about it other than find a way home, though.
[He abruptly stands from his seat, shoving his hands into his pockets.]
You're gonna drive me crazy watching you tear that bread apart. Makes me hungry just watching you. [He nods back towards the buffet.] Come on. There has to be something up here that looks better to you, Haruka.
What sort of stuff did you like to eat with your grandmother?
[He looks over the buffet options, going quiet for a moment.]
I spent a lot of years out of Japan, and there really wasn’t anywhere to get Japanese food over there… So being back it’s just… familiar, and I finally get to eat it again.
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Well. A lot for how long I’ve been alive, at least. I don’t know what a long time for a demon would be.
[He can't help but think of the taste of the orchards, or the naps in the trees and running from the stern voice under the light of the sun.
Food as a reminder...]
Yeah. I get that.
[He'll follow Haruka's line of sight to wander towards the Eastern options. His eyes drift immediately towards okonomiyaki fresh from the griddle, but he shows a surprising amount of restraint for once.]
Millennium. But don't think about it too much. We don't work the same way as a human.
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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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[But he'll leave the thought there. He can hear the shudder, and he doesn't want to push it for this poor kid when he's barely eating as it is.]
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Yeah. I don't think being brothers works the same for us as it does for humans. But I still chose him, and all my other brothers, when it mattered most to me.
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Maybe you’re right about that.
[He looks up at Beel, curious but not wanting to push when it clearly seems like a sensitive topic.]
What’s he like? I mean, humans think he’s basically the worst, but… You actually know him.
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He's proud. Stubborn. Bossy. Powerful. When he sets his mind to something, he'll make sure it gets done, no matter what he has to build or tear down to get there. He's reliable. And he's--
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Another bite. He tries to not make it look intentional.]
--He's usually really protective.
He doesn't forgive, though. If he holds a grudge, he can hold it forever. Same goes for breaking his trust. So he's not the worst. But he wouldn't mind being called that sometimes. He can be pretty intimidating, and he knows it.
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[He just says that without even thinking, honestly, but… well. It’s the truth. Haruka’s met a ton of proud, stubborn, bossy people who will do ridiculous things for what they care about. Though he knows the power Beel means isn’t the sort of “power” Haruka knows, from that description alone he’s just thinking of Re:vale’s Yuki…]
I mean, that’s not nearly as bad as I was thinking. Are all of your other brothers like that?
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[...
He chuckles as he finishes off yet another plate, joining the pile.]
Be glad he's not here. He would string you up by your ankles and torture you if he heard someone calling him "some guy."
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Well.
Maybe he would string Haruka up, but he still remembers how much his cheeks hurt after running into him.]
Well, I won't worry about getting on his bad side for now.
[...]
Are you worried about what's going on with them right now?
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Yeah. Nothing I can do about it other than find a way home, though.
[He abruptly stands from his seat, shoving his hands into his pockets.]
You're gonna drive me crazy watching you tear that bread apart. Makes me hungry just watching you. [He nods back towards the buffet.] Come on. There has to be something up here that looks better to you, Haruka.
What sort of stuff did you like to eat with your grandmother?
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He's quiet for a moment, lips pressed together, before shrugging.]
I helped her with most of the cooking... I liked the sweets she made the most, though.
[He does have a bit of a sweet tooth, though. Because of course he does, this is a troubled boy Lav's playing.]
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[You have his undivided attention, Haru.]
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[As grandmas do.]
Traditional ones, cakes… I miss the wagashi the most, though.
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[There's so much food out there he hasn't been able to try... lucky humans.]
What do you think you like the most about them?
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[He looks over the buffet options, going quiet for a moment.]
I spent a lot of years out of Japan, and there really wasn’t anywhere to get Japanese food over there… So being back it’s just… familiar, and I finally get to eat it again.
[…]
Well. A lot for how long I’ve been alive, at least. I don’t know what a long time for a demon would be.
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[He can't help but think of the taste of the orchards, or the naps in the trees and running from the stern voice under the light of the sun.
Food as a reminder...]
Yeah. I get that.
[He'll follow Haruka's line of sight to wander towards the Eastern options. His eyes drift immediately towards okonomiyaki fresh from the griddle, but he shows a surprising amount of restraint for once.]
Millennium. But don't think about it too much. We don't work the same way as a human.
Could you show me what tastes good to you?
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