sick for you | (•ө•)

chap. ix

something chronic,
bit demonic.
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chapter ix:
my lady,
a woman of growth.

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i've been on the late shift.
all alone, staring at my phone.

you sit in a different seat than satan and asmo, both of whom are seated on a lovers' seat; the former on the left and the latter on the right; both has different expressions and feelings.

the blond is a bit concerned at the teacups present on the table in front of him and the champagne-coloured hair man is confused at the whole situation — why isn't solomon surprised to see him after so long ?

"i was actually baking some pastries earlier but i somehow mixed the salt and the sugar labels a while back, no wonder why my meals tasted sweet back then" solomon laughs airily, placing the teapot back on its original place on the moss-green and cream-white tea-tray.

you giggle softly and stir your cup, muttering: "hm, your ability to shrug things off is impressive". he sniggers and sighs heavily, "well, that's not quite the impressive ability, more or so i just simply forgot and.. it's unimportant".

you raise your eyebrows up a bit and make a face, "hah, well, lucifer, me, these boys and.. actually everyone besides mammon and beel would have a big issue if meat tastes sugary sweet".

asmo raises his index finger up and agrees, smiling ear to ear: "yes, i would certainly lock someone up in my room and torture them not in the fun way".

satan nods and reluctantly sips on the tea because you're thirsty and he forgot to brought along water. expecting to vomit bile everywhere, but that's only if he's asmo, he's satan — his stomach isn't that weak and so, he downs the drink.

'oh.... oh ?'.

he blinks and stares at the tea, it tastes good and somehow that's an even worse sign.

"solomon, your tea.. tastes surprisingly... fresh. the first and last batch you sent us few decades back was deadly" satan commented, placing the cup down not in relief, but in worrisome cause he's a demon and you're his adorable precious human.

"yes, a great friend of mine gave me their own tea. you don't know him but i'm sure everyone else does, except little miss doll here and you, of course" solomon said, sipping the tea with pride.

"...huh ?" satan's brows furrowed as quick as a blizzard, he snaps his head next to him and stares at asmo explicitly witj his mouth wide open. "just what is with keeping things from me in this bloody fucking place ?!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the table, smashing it into pieces along with the precious tea set.

luckily you were holding your cup so nothing happened.

"motherfu— solomon, se-ugh, listen, tantan, i'll tell you about him when we get hom—" interrupting asmo's annoyed sentence with a loud scoff, he scowls: "no. tell me, tell us now. what's the point of hiding ? spill asmo".

"yes, i would like to hear about this man too... anyway, good tea and you're staying here to clean this up" you said, gesturing at the mess below and in front of you. the blond nods with a firm 'yes, m'lady' whilst the white haired man smiles blankly.