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Mysterious man in bed.
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This was not in his bed last night. Not this big.. blue clothed.. person. Noctis's mind seemed to turn it's gears, predicting the probability of someone robbing his house and accidentally sleeping there. It just.. didn't turn right. No matter what calculations Noctis did, he reached the same conclusion over and over.
This man was squishing Daichi.
The imp had definitely slept in this bed last night when Noctis had left him here and since some idiot was sleeping here now, he had to be squishing Noctis's precious partner. Last night he had left Daichi with a cold cloth and an extra fluffy pillow, the imp writhing and turning, obviously sick. Although Noctis had stayed up most of the night to care for the imp, he had succumbed to sleep and decided he would see how Daichi fared in the morning. (It's not like you can shove some tylenol and advil down a demon's throat? It was a demon, not a human after all. Although Noctis had tried. Sadly to say, it seemed to have no effect. One checklist on his demon list of what NOT to do.)
And he wasn't happy to have the sick imp squished under some damned idiot. He kicked the sleeping blue person on his bed with a rough kick to the back, nearly causing the man to fall to the floor. With a disoriented gaze, the stranger looked up at Noctis uncertainly.
"Huh..? Noctis..? " The voice was neither too high nor too low-- it was similar to the voice of a young teenager. He shrank back with caution, hands gripping the fallen blanket uncertainly. Nervous black eyes met the sight of a very angry Noctis with needles in hand, as if to threaten the mysterious intruder into talking. Actually, that probably was his reason.
"You've got five seconds to start talking about why you're here, how you know me and where the blue tear-drop occupant on this bed is." The curt voices rang through the awkward air, needles pointed at the intruder's throat.
--END OF CHAPTER 1
Mysterious man in bed.
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This was not in his bed last night. Not this big.. blue clothed.. person. Noctis's mind seemed to turn it's gears, predicting the probability of someone robbing his house and accidentally sleeping there. It just.. didn't turn right. No matter what calculations Noctis did, he reached the same conclusion over and over.
This man was squishing Daichi.
The imp had definitely slept in this bed last night when Noctis had left him here and since some idiot was sleeping here now, he had to be squishing Noctis's precious partner. Last night he had left Daichi with a cold cloth and an extra fluffy pillow, the imp writhing and turning, obviously sick. Although Noctis had stayed up most of the night to care for the imp, he had succumbed to sleep and decided he would see how Daichi fared in the morning. (It's not like you can shove some tylenol and advil down a demon's throat? It was a demon, not a human after all. Although Noctis had tried. Sadly to say, it seemed to have no effect. One checklist on his demon list of what NOT to do.)
And he wasn't happy to have the sick imp squished under some damned idiot. He kicked the sleeping blue person on his bed with a rough kick to the back, nearly causing the man to fall to the floor. With a disoriented gaze, the stranger looked up at Noctis uncertainly.
"Huh..? Noctis..? " The voice was neither too high nor too low-- it was similar to the voice of a young teenager. He shrank back with caution, hands gripping the fallen blanket uncertainly. Nervous black eyes met the sight of a very angry Noctis with needles in hand, as if to threaten the mysterious intruder into talking. Actually, that probably was his reason.
"You've got five seconds to start talking about why you're here, how you know me and where the blue tear-drop occupant on this bed is." The curt voices rang through the awkward air, needles pointed at the intruder's throat.
--END OF CHAPTER 1
