Broke Demon x Slayer🕹️

Level 3

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Level 3: The City of Dis, Downtown

> BEGIN

"So are the two of you, like, dating now?"

Across the table, you can see the two unfamiliar sirens—one taller, one shorter—exchange a glance, their expressions skeptical between their heavy, gyaru-style makeup.

Gaudy hoop earrings dangling from the tips of their pointed ears, you can see them direct their gazes to the more familiar siren at your side—her cheeks going red as her eyes flit in your direction before darting back to them.

"N-no! That's—that's not what I said, Wyla! I just had them added to the lease! I mean, if they're gonna be staying there a while, I might as well—"

"—so you are living together, then?"

"Damnit, Minerva! That's not what I—"

"Like, oh my Heretic, Minnie. Look at the blush on her face."

"I know, hun, it's adorable, isn't it?"

"Wyla! Minerva!"

You can see the other patrons at the street side diner looking over toward your table, the sight of the three squabbling sirens and towering, armored human drawing their gazes despite their best efforts to avoid eye contact. Two of the waiters—insectoid specters in button-up shirts and ties—exchange a nervous glance, their mandibles clicking in apprehension.

> CONTINUE

Beside you, you can hear the siren's voice stop short, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment as she seems to catch sight of the same drifting gazes that you had. You watch her tug at one of the thin shoulder straps of her pink sundress—an outfit she'd recently ordered during a [Hell 21] flash sale online—unaware of the small price tag still dangling against her back.

The two other sirens, however, don't seem to mind the attention, flashing each other another grin before leaning further forward onto the table.

"Syreee~ We're your besties. You can't hide anything from us."

"She's right, hun. Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be."

Beside you, the siren shakes her head, her blush deepening as she waves her arms back and forth.

"I—we're just....acquaintances, okay? We met through work. They had brain damage or...or somethi—"

You watch the siren shake her head again, glancing at the other patrons out of the corner of her eye as she leans in and lowers her voice.

"Look. Guys. It's not like I can just...kick them out, okay? Do you know what the [hell police] would do to an unlicensed human in the middle of the city?"

You can see the two sirens on the far end of the table exchange another glance, their smirks growing broader.

"Mmmm? Is that all it is?"

"Like, right? I'm suuure there's nothing else behind it."

"Minerva! Wyla!"

You can hear laughter as the two siren gyarus giggle, the cheeks of the siren at your side growing redder by the minute. You can see the expressions of the other patrons relax somewhat—the sound of laughter coming from your table easing their worries, if only slightly.

"Like, don't mind us, Syreee~ You two look totally cute together."

"What Wyla said, hun. Just make sure you save us seats at the wedding, alright?"

"Guys!"

You can see the cheeks of the siren beside you turn a deep crimson as she flashes her two friends a death glare. Shrinking down into her chair, you watch her hold a hand up to cover her face, doing everything in her power to make herself invisible to those around her.

For a brief moment, you can see her eyes flit up in your direction, a brief flicker of something—worry? inner conflict?—mixed in with the embarrassment on her face.

The look disappears almost as quickly as it had appeared, though, embarrassment once again taking hold as her eyes dart back to the table.

You can hear her friends giggle again at her reaction, the sound drifting across the comfortable scene before you as the siren sinks even further into her seat.