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[CrimsonMoon]

She took the tea and drank it, grimacigg slightly before suddenly asking," Folk, how did you become a demon?"

[pipintan]

He seems startled at this question and looks away briefly. "I do not know if I feel comfortable with that question, My Lady," Folk mutters, not meeting her eyes, "It is, how you humans say, a long story."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Huh... I see, i'll ask you later then... Is that ok?" She watches him, frowning faintly and blowing on the cup if tea

[pipintan]

Folk gives her a bow, looking quite relieved. "I appreciate that, My Lady," he says, "once I return from cleaning, we might want to leave soon, if you wish to see your father before nightfall."

[pipintan]

(Bump )

[pipintan]

(We still planning on continuing this? I really liked this idea. We could spice it up a bit, if it's getting a bit boring; either we could bring in the fact that he HAS to do everything she says [*hinthintnudgenudge* ] or maybe her father was taken away from the demon he had summoned earlier.)

[CrimsonMoon]

She pauses before suddenly falling silent, her gaze growing distnat- Placing the cup of tea on the floor," Nightfall, hunh?" She hunches slightly then lies down on the small bed, pressing her back against the wall so there was quite a bit of space,"... We can't go then-"

Caine suddenly closed her eyes,"... Folk, please lie down next to me," her voice was no more then a whisper

[pipintan]

"My Lady?" He asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion. However, he hesitantly sets the tea set on the night stand and, somewhat awkwardly, walks over to her and sits down besides her. Hr sits quite rigidly, as the bed slopes down to meet the new weight.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Sorry... I just..." She sighs faintly and curls up in a fetal position," What do demons do when they are frightened?"

[pipintan]

He leaned against the wall and crossed his legs. "It depends on what type of demon they are..." He looked ready to leap into this discussion, though he paused and glanced down at her in the corner of his eyes. "Er...why do you ask, My Lady?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Why do you think?" She counters quietly, grimacing faintly and sniffing, rubbing her eyes with her lalms

[pipintan]

Folk frowns slightly. "I knew that you seemed frightened - after all, you did ask that kind of question, but why are you frightened? Has my service to you not been completely satisfactory?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I am frightened of the light things that hunt people like me- witches..." She mutters, looking awkward and tearful at the same time

[pipintan]

He raised a delicate eyebrow. "You need not be worried, I am here, am I not?" He sounded a bit irritated, as if hurt by her words.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yeah- but... You weren't what I imagined as a protector- a warrior," she mumbles sighs and covers her face as if trying to hide from him

[pipintan]

He presses his mouth into a thin line. "Of course, my line of work is serving, not fighting! After all, what do you need with a- a- killing machine?" He splutters out.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I need to protect people! Ok?!" She growls finally, sitting up defiantly- she was like a goddamn emotional rollercoaster!-," I want to meet my dad because I have to- i have to kill him, ok?!"

[pipintan]

His hands wrap around her, as he hesitantly hugs her, bringing her closer to him. "I apologize for asking, My Lady. It sounds like what I have asked has hurt you. Can you forgive me?" He asks quietly.

[CrimsonMoon]

She huffs, stiffening quite a bit as he embraces her but slowly... Almost fearfully relaxing," Yeah," she mumbles, burying her face into his slender shoulder," I just... Wanna kill him because... Because I love him..." She continues awkwardly

[pipintan]

He presses his mouth into a thin line, gazing out towards the door. "Is he really that bad?" He asks, his voice as soft as before.