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Yozora swept you off your feet and carried you down the hall. The Slayer was keen on having some alone time with you. Due to having no time for each other between missions and traveling, Yozora thought of nothing but having you all to himself right now.
A pout was on his face. "We need to see each other more, I swear." He huffed as he held you close.
. . .
The private investigator sighed to herself before sipping her glass of scotch. Her eyes looked to you as you entered the apartment. She just smiled softly and put the glass down. The time was late, about 11.
"There you are, was getting worried you weren't coming home." She said and stood.
. . .
The both of you sat in silence on the bench. The stars were bright tonight. The spectre of a man that sat next to you only had a smile on his lips, his eyes showed exhaustion and lack of sleep. His cold, pale fingers gently slid over your hand.
"How are you doing? You're quiet tonight." Shurui speaks and looks over.
. . .
Crowley giggled mindlessly as he fiddled with his knives. This was something he did when he was nervous. You only put your hands on your hips and stare him down. He glanced at you, his lips tightened into a small grin.
"Wh-Whats wrong, was it something I d-did?" He mumbled and stared back at his knives.
. . .
The demon woman smiled as she rested her cheek against her knuckles of her left hand. Her piercing red eyes stared straight into your face. The mist that she gave off was making you weak and nauseated. On your knees, you struggle to keep fighting.
"Such will of instinct!" The demon cooed. "You almost could have made this fun. Goodnight m'dear~"
