Oh, ( wooji breathes out, adjusting his limbs so one of his legs can settle between one of matthias's, still laying on his belly, but half-draped over the demon now. ) I'm good at keeping secrets. ( and the cat nods affirmatively, scrunching his nose and then tipping his head forward to bump his nose against matthias's.
the cat's eyes flutter closed and silence washes over him — a comfortable thing, surprising even after the overstimulation of the catnip, but he doesn't sleep. after a moment though, voice quiet, he asks: ) Can I ask you a question?
( except he doesn't wait for approval before he continues. )
no subject
the cat's eyes flutter closed and silence washes over him — a comfortable thing, surprising even after the overstimulation of the catnip, but he doesn't sleep. after a moment though, voice quiet, he asks: ) Can I ask you a question?
( except he doesn't wait for approval before he continues. )
Aren't demons supposed to be bad?