Successor to Devil

Successor To Devil | PART TWO |

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Melody shrugs her shoulders and sways her hair over once, letting it dangle behind her as she passes him onward to school. "Tch." Mason agrees, cooly carrying on behind her.

Letting the wild event roll off both of their shoulders, the pair heads down the road they met on and turns down another where they can see a few other students clamoring along the sidewalks. Chatter fills the air, along with cellphone's ringing, cars honking, and animals getting their own morning craziness out of the way, The Sun reaches above the world.

Melody walks on, but noticeably leans away and tries to hide away from Mason's sight, wiping away at something on her shirt on the opposite side of him. Quick swipes from her hand break her outline. Mason can tell she's hiding something and snickers at her attempt to edge away, rolling his eyes to ask.

"What is it, Mel?"

A graveled sigh escapes with the words, hot and slow.

"Mm, it's nothing-"

Melody huffs, annoyed and hurried.

" I- I got your stupid blood on me!"

Melody scrapes harder at the bloodstain on her shirt, bunching up her knuckles for extra grip.

Mason stops and digs his heel into the ground.

"You landed on me!"

Mason immediately argues, throwing his hand to the side. Melody turns her head away, feigning being hurt, completed with a pouty face and extra pressed lips. Melody holds her eyes closed and her arms crossed at her chest in defiance to talk anymore.

"Hmph!"

After a moment, Melody looks to peek at him with a barely opened eye, but he's gone from sight.

"Gah, Dammit, stain!"

Mason is already at her side on one knee, pulling at her shirt with every rough swipe. She regrets not getting to see him relent; a sight she loves. Melody smiles ahead with sweet chagrin.

Below her waist, Mason tugs and pulls at Melody's shirt, showing that he isn't getting anywhere with his wiping. His angered breaths are a good tell now too.

"Grah! Well, I don't know what to do!"

Mason lets her shirt loose, throwing the slightly stretched fabric back to her side, holding his knee as he pouts himself.

Melody stands above him, smiling thankfully. Her right-side cheek lifts and a short and happy giggle escapes her nose.

"It's okay, it was cool of you to try."

Melody nods to him and decides to move past it, continuing down the street with her playful bounce, her arms crossed behind her back reaching her skirt. Melody skips ahead of Mason leaving him on his knee.

Mason quickly shouts out, a few paces behind her, more determined than before.

"You'll wear mine! Here, look! My uniform doesn't have blood on it!"

Mason waves his jacket above his head, already having taken it off and waving it around like his sword before. His katana still sheathed around his shoulder in the same seemingly impossible instant.

"And even if it did, you couldn't tell!"

Mason stands a short distance behind her, thinking about the possibility that he might've bled on it at some point previous. Mason juts his black and red coat forward to Melody. The black fabric somehow doesn't reflect much light sheen off of it the way most blacks do, and the red is about as deep as blood anyways.