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[CrimsonMoon]

" Well... Killing my mum for a ritual isn't exactly nice," she sighs, hugging him back awkwardly, as if she had never done so before

[pipintan]

He lets out a soft sigh, feeling just as awkward as she does, but, as a servant, it is his job to make sure she has a good experience. "I..am sorry for that," he finally says, struggling to be apathetic, but failing.

[CrimsonMoon]

She shrugs and suddenly lies down, dragging him down with her," You probably don't really care, hunh? It's ok..."

[pipintan]

He lets out a muffled yelp, as she drags him with her. He presses his hands to bed on either side of her to keep from falling on her. "M-my Lady, we really shouldn't," Folk splutters, turning a deep red.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Shouldn't do what? I don't have another mattress," She grunbles, cuddling up against him," what do you want from me? Sex?" Her eyes flash upward at him

[pipintan]

A strangled sound erupts from his throat and he tries to squirm away from her. "Ne-never," Folk says, his rimmed glasses slipping down his nose. "A servant should never - ever - consider that an option."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then just relax, idiot, you need to sleep too- right?" She gently reaches up and pushes his glasses back into place," This'll just be sleeping, it's ok,"

[pipintan]

He still struggles, trying to move a hit away from her. "I can sleep on the floor after I change into my other for me," Folk says desperately.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Fine, but at least let me make you a little nest outta jackets or something!" She huffs, looking annoyed and a little hurt," Damn... Are demons always so scared?" She mumbles," it's not like anything woulda happened..."

[pipintan]

He's surprised at her anger, though with a small nod and a glowing light, he shrinks to his otter forme. His glasses bounce on the bed, coming to a rest near her.

[CrimsonMoon]

She gently scoops up the glasses, placing them on a small stack of books before standingn and moving to a small pile of clothing," It's clean I promise," she murmurs almost to herself. Scooping up a heavy winter jacket, she places it near the head of the mattress, forming it quickly into a 'nest'

[pipintan]

" I really do think that this is a bad idea...I could always sleep on the floor," he says in her head, seeming like he's frowning. Though he curls up in the "nest" she made.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You thought sleeping on the bed was a bad idea, you think sleeping in a jacket is a bad idea, you won't be content until you're sleepingn outside, hunh?" She mumbles, lyig down once again

[pipintan]

He shakes his head, his sleek fur shining from the light. "It's not natural for this to happen!" he replied stubbornly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh... And demon summoning, blood sacrifice and preventing armegeddon is natural?" She growls back, resting her arm over her eyes," Hypocrite."

[pipintan]

"Hypocrite! My Lady, I'll have you know that that is natural! I am a demon after all. I am not accustomed to your advances!" He replies, feeling irritated. "What would you have me do? Accept your teasings?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" First off, I am not hitting you, so you can go to hell," she pokes his head with her fingger before looking at him," And second... The supernatural is not natural, we are unnatural so shush..." Mumbles

[pipintan]

He flinches from her touch, glaring up at her. How can she be so calm about this? He opens his mouth to retort something, though snaps it close. After a while, as he lays there, he finally asks, sounding very strained, "What about your father? Did you not want to talk with him tonight?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I did... Then I decided it would be better just to... Eliminate him," she sighs

[pipintan]

Folk looks like he wants to object, though clamps down his words, as he bobs his head in agreement. "Alright, My Lady. If that is what you wish." He replies, glancing at the door.