( if there's a quiet lilt of a purr on each exhale as he lays so comfortably with the demon, leaning his head into his hand as he cards through his hair so gently, wooji certainly can't be blamed. he revels in this kind of attention, as stereotypical cat of him as it is, but it kindofsortofmaybe feels even better when coming after a not-so-pleasant high, the perfect aftercare.
his tail thumps idly against the carpet as he considers that answer, quiet otherwise.
finally: ) You're nice to me. My witch used to tell me not to mess with demons because they'd take advantage of me.
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his tail thumps idly against the carpet as he considers that answer, quiet otherwise.
finally: ) You're nice to me. My witch used to tell me not to mess with demons because they'd take advantage of me.