"I Have Done You A Favor, Now It's Your Turn"

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Inch by inch of the length he carved, the growing temptation to murder arises. The knife he held, shone upon the moonlight slipped through their translucent curtain, slowly breaking; it is a normal knife after all- kitchen knife to be specific

"..' mon..."

The Baal glanced at his betrothed. A hand clutched upon his other free hand as he halts from carving another line at the wall he relinquished his anger off- poor wall.

Amaimon did not dare to answer. Rin tends to sleep talk now and then after they arrive in Assiah. He was concerned, as he has never seen the young demon sleep-talk at all, even in Gehenna. Eventually, though, he got over it as he had consulted the situation with their father and Azazel. It was a bit difficult since he has to stay up hearing mumbles. Yet satisfying as he hears his name coming out of his lover's mouth every time. So to speak, he lives for the sleep-talking.

Lifting his free hand, with care to place the hand of Rin down the mattress to clutch the blanket, he let the back of his hand caress the pale face of the adolescent demon; despite the age and appearance he looked, he is still yet to be considered as an adult- or a young adult. Both neither fit his standard age. He is still considered as a lamb of the Impure King.

Mumbling once more a name that delighted the older demon, Rin had soon awoken with groggy eyes. He blinks a few before proceeding to gaze up.

Oddly, the young demon curved a relief smile on his face.

Amaimon frowned slightly, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's just rare to see you holding a..." He glanced at the blade, observing how it shines along with the moonlight. "..knife, in the middle of the night." His voice lingered with hesitation, one that resembles that past Rin had.

Growling so low, he pierced his gaze upon the smaller demon in front of him.

Rin furrowed his eyebrows; he dare not shed a scent of fear, but his face tells otherwise as he gazes up to the Baal, who had small additional features that can only be seen back in Gehenna.

He may be clueless about what made his mate act so...weirdly, per se. But, this-

This is not just a small situation he must guess.

Rin lifted his body to sit up, grabbing Amaimon's face with his own and inch forward till their forehead pressed together. Eyes bore to each other, yet different meanings. One with golden eyes were filled with one or two of 7 deadly sins, whilst the Atlantic one was filled with concern and care.

With a small spark that passed through their system, Rin snapped and hugged the demon. It is a must that he and the rest of the brothers done to comfort one, but occasionally, they would deal this amongst themselves. But who is he to stop? The King of Earth doesn't seem to mind.

"You know, it's quite difficult to read you sometimes."

A hum was returned, along with a- he assumed- a fingertip brushing ghostly at the back of his exposed nape; for the collar, it has been discarded. It would leave rashes if he let it stay throughout every night.

No other response to be entertained, Rin sighed. "At least tell me. I cannot guess all the eternity what your problem is."

Amaimon was dead silent, usually, Rin would annoy the older demon to respond. Yet with the situation as such, perhaps it is best to give him a rest.

Within a snap of his fingers, he can feel the weight pressured him down to the mattress. He did not dare to move and slumber the rest of the night with his lover held protectively.

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On such a fine day, it would be typical for various students to roam the campus. However, what astonished Rin the most was how easily they have forgotten about the incident last week.