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[Somebody is out taking a jog well before the sun comes up, and Haruka might see the big mass of muscle doing laps around the island perimeter before he ever heads to the morning buffet.
At the very least, the redhead has adequately taken a quick shower before heading to breakfast, quickly grabbing multiple plates and starting to pile them methodically with food, grabbing several pieces of pastry and stuffing them directly into his mouth as he works.
Halfway through an apple danish, he spots Haruka and gives a wave, gesturing at him to come over.]
At the very least, the redhead has adequately taken a quick shower before heading to breakfast, quickly grabbing multiple plates and starting to pile them methodically with food, grabbing several pieces of pastry and stuffing them directly into his mouth as he works.
Halfway through an apple danish, he spots Haruka and gives a wave, gesturing at him to come over.]
[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.]
…Good morning.
But he’s not too rude to just ignore being waved over, so he trots over obediently.]
…Good morning.
[His response is muffled with a mouthful of pastry, but he at least attempts to stop and swallow a moment after. Excuse him.]
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.
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.
[Wow! Just remind him of his embarrassing freakout yesterday, why don’t you.]
Black Tar Jelly? That sounds gross.
[…]
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?
Black Tar Jelly? That sounds gross.
[…]
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?
It takes some getting used to, but it's best when it's fresh. I don't know if humans usually eat it, though. Probably not.
[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.
[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.
Is it… actually made out of tar? I think… I think that would kill a human…
[“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.
[“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.
Yeah. The only humans I know don't eat it, so I figured they couldn't. I don't get it sometimes.
[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.]
[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.]
Biblical, like… Y’know.
[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.
[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.
[...
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.
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.
Oh.
[…Should he be more concerned about his immortal soul, now?]
…I didn’t know Lucifer had brothers.
[…Should he be more concerned about his immortal soul, now?]
…I didn’t know Lucifer had brothers.
It's fine. You know now.
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?
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?
Did they die?
[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.]
[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.]
...
No. But it's probably better not to talk about it.
No. But it's probably better not to talk about it.
[You know what's a great way to not talk about it? Four hard boiled eggs directly into the mouth, all at once.
Hold, please, let him chew.]
Mn. You went to a church. Okay.
Do you like to sing?
Hold, please, let him chew.]
Mn. You went to a church. Okay.
Do you like to sing?
[…Right. He can go along with “better not to talk about it”.
So he just nods.]
I’m an idol. I sing for a living.
[Which is not a yes or no, necessarily.]
So he just nods.]
I’m an idol. I sing for a living.
[Which is not a yes or no, necessarily.]
Idol?
Do people worship you or something?
[Does pudding boy have a godly voice or something? Damn. Good job, pudding boy.]
Do people worship you or something?
[Does pudding boy have a godly voice or something? Damn. Good job, pudding boy.]
No? Well. I have fans, sure, but it’s not like that.
[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.
[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.
Oh.
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?
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?
[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.]
There’s nothing else like it.
…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.
[Are the video games wrong, though?]
Mm.
Human lives are pretty short. So it's good to do something you like with your time.
Does your family cheer for you?
Mm.
Human lives are pretty short. So it's good to do something you like with your time.
Does your family cheer for you?
[…Ah.
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.
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.
Ah.
[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?
[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?
[Haha, wow, this is awkward!! Incredibly awkward. These croissant crumbs sure are interesting.]
…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?]
…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?]
[A hand settles on Haruka's head for a second.]
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.
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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