---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Daichi's first day home.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well, to put it simply, Noctis didn't know what the hell to do. Having finished up the "demon contract" as the strange masked man had put it.. He didn't look half bad, that man. Actually, in bars, Noctis would go for that type. But enough on pondering Tino's looks.. The blue imp laid there timidly in his hand, taking form after the contract was done.
Sure, Noctis wanted to make the ultimate demonic weapon. But how was this little guy-- Daichi supposed to help him with that? Imps only had a handle on basic language.. How did they know how to make a friggin' weapon? Sighing, he reached down to put Daichi on a desk, the imp flinched as his hand moved toward the small imp. Slightly alarmed, Noctis tried to comfort the imp in a not-so-convincing manner, (He didn't deal with kids well at all either.)
"Uh.. it's okay. Really, I'm not going to do anything-- Yeah. Nothing to hurt you anyways Daichi-- It's not like I'll drop a screw on you.. or a hammer.. uh.." He fumbled on as Daichi seemed to tremble a little further, finally forcing himself to stop and slow down. Remind him to go bang his head against a wall while he's at it too. But Noctis soon realized that Daichi's later trembling wasn't nervousness.. it was laughter? An imp.. laughing? it was a strange sound.. but definitely laughter. As he reached for the imp with chuckling and a embarrassed chuckle of his own, Daichi seemed to shy away from his grip, the blue imp backing further into the shadows of the table.
"I'm just going to show you where you sleep.. No worries, right, Daichi?" The sentence came out awkwardly, Noctis looking quite uncomfortable as he tried to be "fatherly." He had no experience in this. At the bar he worked, he needed to be mature, flirtatious, strict.. everything but fatherly. And with machines.. well, they didn't need talking to. All Noctis needed to do was work.
He waved his hands around in an useless fumbling gesture, the actions causing Daichi to shy away but drawn towards this strange man further. Looking at Daichi's still figure, he put his hands down towards his sides. "Oh, forget it." He scratched his head, figuring he should stop while he was ahead. As he turned around, he felt his white lab coat being tugged back the slightest bit. He looked over his shoulder, the ends of his coat caught in Daichi's mouth. With a soft grin, he slowly and cautiously picked up the imp, leading it down the darkened halls of his bedroom. "I suppose you've warmed up to me by.. one percent?" He asked, tipping his head in a curious manner. The imp nodded tentatively. "Ah. Well. it's better than zero percent, right?"
Never let it be known to anyone other than Daichi, that Noctis could be such an idiot.
"I'll give you another tofu if you up it by two percent. Three's a nice number, don't you agree?"
Daichi's first day home.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well, to put it simply, Noctis didn't know what the hell to do. Having finished up the "demon contract" as the strange masked man had put it.. He didn't look half bad, that man. Actually, in bars, Noctis would go for that type. But enough on pondering Tino's looks.. The blue imp laid there timidly in his hand, taking form after the contract was done.
Sure, Noctis wanted to make the ultimate demonic weapon. But how was this little guy-- Daichi supposed to help him with that? Imps only had a handle on basic language.. How did they know how to make a friggin' weapon? Sighing, he reached down to put Daichi on a desk, the imp flinched as his hand moved toward the small imp. Slightly alarmed, Noctis tried to comfort the imp in a not-so-convincing manner, (He didn't deal with kids well at all either.)
"Uh.. it's okay. Really, I'm not going to do anything-- Yeah. Nothing to hurt you anyways Daichi-- It's not like I'll drop a screw on you.. or a hammer.. uh.." He fumbled on as Daichi seemed to tremble a little further, finally forcing himself to stop and slow down. Remind him to go bang his head against a wall while he's at it too. But Noctis soon realized that Daichi's later trembling wasn't nervousness.. it was laughter? An imp.. laughing? it was a strange sound.. but definitely laughter. As he reached for the imp with chuckling and a embarrassed chuckle of his own, Daichi seemed to shy away from his grip, the blue imp backing further into the shadows of the table.
"I'm just going to show you where you sleep.. No worries, right, Daichi?" The sentence came out awkwardly, Noctis looking quite uncomfortable as he tried to be "fatherly." He had no experience in this. At the bar he worked, he needed to be mature, flirtatious, strict.. everything but fatherly. And with machines.. well, they didn't need talking to. All Noctis needed to do was work.
He waved his hands around in an useless fumbling gesture, the actions causing Daichi to shy away but drawn towards this strange man further. Looking at Daichi's still figure, he put his hands down towards his sides. "Oh, forget it." He scratched his head, figuring he should stop while he was ahead. As he turned around, he felt his white lab coat being tugged back the slightest bit. He looked over his shoulder, the ends of his coat caught in Daichi's mouth. With a soft grin, he slowly and cautiously picked up the imp, leading it down the darkened halls of his bedroom. "I suppose you've warmed up to me by.. one percent?" He asked, tipping his head in a curious manner. The imp nodded tentatively. "Ah. Well. it's better than zero percent, right?"
Never let it be known to anyone other than Daichi, that Noctis could be such an idiot.
"I'll give you another tofu if you up it by two percent. Three's a nice number, don't you agree?"
