[ Seishirou echoes it back—fucked up—and it lands strangely coming from him, out of place on those lips. Sharon's mouth quirks upward for a second before she reins it in. What a terrible influence she is. She lifts a brow at him, a silent dare to deny it. He's fucked up. She's fucked up. Just about everyone here is, one way or another.
She takes another bite while he keeps talking, actually enjoying the food even if he clearly isn't. Sucks to suck. ] The devil doesn't know what to do with that. [ Her gaze flicks up to meet his. Yeah, she remembers, even if it comes back in fragments. ]
There are worse things to end up as. A witch. A demon. Sin incarnate. [ A faint exhale, almost thoughtful. ] I don't think being a devil sounds all that great either.
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She takes another bite while he keeps talking, actually enjoying the food even if he clearly isn't. Sucks to suck. ] The devil doesn't know what to do with that. [ Her gaze flicks up to meet his. Yeah, she remembers, even if it comes back in fragments. ]
There are worse things to end up as. A witch. A demon. Sin incarnate. [ A faint exhale, almost thoughtful. ] I don't think being a devil sounds all that great either.