A(n) (A)typical Stroll (Devil/Open)

[God]

God rubbed his eyes a bit as he walked down the marked path leading up to the village just outside the castle. His vision blurred a bit as he stopped, causing him to blink just a tad. He was wearing his usual attire this morning, just like all mornings that he decides to go for a stroll on. Looking off to his side briefly, he saw his partner and co-ruler next to him; straddled along one of her large cats. What was this one's name again? Pussilot? Whatever the thing's name was, it actually looked pretty damn comfortable. If his partner wouldn't throw a fit about him being too heavy, he'd almost be inclined to just slide himself on as well and take a nap. With a yawn, the young looking man turned his head forward once more to look where he was going. More specifically, to check the surroundings of the village for anything out of the ordinary.

Well, things don't seem any different in the village than yesterday. Or from the past 100,806 days for that matter. Then again, who was really counting? Well, if you wanted a serious answer, God was indeed counting. He turned his head towards the young looking girl on the cat after speaking. He didn't actually know if she could hear him or not since he couldn't even see her face through Gigapussi's mane. That was its name right? He was almost sure it was. While his head filled with questions regarding that girl's odd naming sense for her cats and wondering just how nice it would be to rest on one, the man realized he was getting quite sleepy. For someone as lethargic as him, this wasn't outside the realm of an everyday occurrence. Hey, I'm gonna take a rest on that bench over there. He spoke to whomever he actually needed to. The cat would understand him, right? He knew that girl taught her cats lots of unnecessary things. Understanding speech seemed to be helpful though if it could.

Reaching a simple wooden bench, the man sat down with a relaxed sigh escaping him as he reclined against the back. With an unemotional gaze, the man looked over the village scene around him. Small houses were scattered around with various angels and demons doing chores, playing, and so forth. Truly, just another day in the village. Once he felt like getting up, he'd probably go and speak with some villagers. That was his main purpose of coming out on these strolls usually. The only major issue was that he was sitting down now. He knew very well that it would be quite difficult for him to get back up now. What a pain. Being the lazy person that he was, he figured someone might just walk by making his goals much easier. Though, as he thinks that to himself, he starts to feel the weight of his eyelids. It was a trap! The bench was actually really comfy. God managed to fight off complete slumber for the time being, but it didn't seem like he would be getting up any time soon. In the back of his mind, he worried for what Devil might be doing in the mean time.

[Devil]

There was a void. Empty, devoid of life, devoid of physical presence. That was what it seemed like the space above Devil's neck was. However, that was a conclusion arrived at by relying entirely on the sense of sight. In truth, Devil's head was hidden. Specifically, it was buried inside the wondrously fluffy and otherwise amazing mane of her pet lion, Meowcifur. With her legs on either side of the oversized feline's torso, she effectively rode the beast like a horse. Her arms sort of just dangled there, lifeless. The only thing that suggested she was awake- or alive, for that matter- was the oversized anchor that flopped from one side to the other behind her, like an inverse pendulum that hefted the risk of a concussion- or worse- on impact.

The devilish girl's form was clad in defensive robes of a black color. They were loose-fitting and generally comfortable. Why, one could even have opted to sleep in them, if they so chose! Sadly, they only offered a bonus of zero points to defense. Actually, that just made them pajamas. How she managed to fit that massive anchor through her tail-hole on the pajama pants was really a question that only she could answer. Not that she would. Speaking of not answering, she didn't really react to God's observation regarding the normalcy of the village. Wasn't it just fine if things were normal? If they needed some form of entertainment, well, God was the toy and Devil was the planner. A fun game could always occur if needed.

The massive reddish-orange mount seemed almost unnaturally big. Reasonably so, given that all of Devil's pet were adequately “unique” after she got done with them. Two odd back lengths bulged slightly on either side of the beast's torso. It seemed that her lazy-ass partner wanted to sit- to sleep, more like- and shifted over towards a bench. Meowcifur slowly altered his course, moving to the side of the bench and circling around before unceremoniously crumpling down. With a dull “thud”, the beast had laid down, stretching its leans out slightly, and opened its horrendously well-maintained maw to let out a yawn. The best was, after all, just an obscenely large cat.

With that, however, Devil lifted her body, her head literally popping from the mane with a slight jerk. Rather than straightening her hair, Devil let the locks of silvery white flicker about like plants underwater. The strands gradually situated, given her head a sort of “freshly-brushed” look. Stretching her arms, the limbs seemed to lengthen to disproportionate long extents before gradually shrinking back to normal. She heft her leg over the side of Meowcifur's body and slowly stood. Her horns, which had been slicked straight back, gradually point straight up before lengthening and curling around several times over. It looked as though someone's unique (burnt) donut project had attached itself to her head. In truth, though, she was getting fun ideas.

Skipping away with literal silence, Devil looked around in some nearby bushes before finding what she needed. After acquiring Super Slimy Caterpillar Level 3, at a quantity of two, Devil made her way over to God. With skill that could only be described as “masterful”- and, rightfully so, given how long she'd been doing it- the devilish maiden gently let the two white, slimey caterpillars land on his hair. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice them. Why? That breed enjoyed worm, dark places. The nearest from God's hair? His ears. With an impish grin, the maiden plopped her hind side down on the bench. It was an odd scene, no doubt- a youthful male with caterpillar hair, a horny girl, and a gigantic pussy. Straight out of one of those Japanese animes.

What was an anime, though?

Or a Japanese, for that matter.

[Aime Reiz]

It was a fantastic day to be out and about. The sun was almost unnecessarily bright, blasting away even the most faintest of hints of rain that might’ve made its way over the village. Thus, the village was graced with a beautiful blue sky and sunlight that gently warmed the air. But pretty much every day was a prime day to be out for Aime. Of course, she appreciated the sunshine normally, but right now was it hindering her a little more than she wanted. At the moment, she could only view the beautiful sunshine as harsh laser beams bearing mercilessly into her flapping wings as she flew towards the village.

A faint grimace was the highlight of the young demon’s expression. A look that was actually somewhat rare for her. Her mouth was curled into a small frown while her pitch black eyes focused intently on the village as it gradually grew closer and closer. She was hot and uncomfortable. And more importantly, hungry. For the past few days, she’d been on a short trip to the business district with her usual wares in tow. This was only her second attempt at trying to sell her jewelry and other random crafts outside of the village, and while she’d actually gotten at least a decent amount of attention, her head was still spinning from how claustrophobic that place had been. Though, the fact that she hadn’t eaten since the previous day may play some factor in her lightheadedness.

Aime’s eyes had been locked on Blanoir Village for quite a few miles now. Now that she thought about it, they were actually beginning to get a bit dry and sore now. Perhaps she should blink. She slowed down a little and shut her eyes. After giving her head a good shake, she happened to look down. Her attention was immediately stolen by the sight of large figure, colored a rusty orange that shone in a way that could only be fur. She halted her flight abruptly and began to descend on that very spot. Her hair, which she’d pulled back into a ponytail, was blown upward as she made her speedy descent.

She landed not too far from the bench, nimbly enough, but her feet had barely fully landed on the ground before she was making her way over. Although God and Devil (two beings that most certainly deserved one’s full attention no matter what if you happen to stumble in their presence) was right in front of her, Amie only had eyes on the hulking mass of fluff sitting right beside them. She came to a halt beside that enormous cat and for a moment, simply stood there with her hands held up, her finger clenching and opening slowly. A delighted smile was splayed across her face, perhaps contradicting with the usual response to being this close such a creature. Then without a word, she reached and tangled her fingers in the fluffy mane of the beast. She let out a content sigh, “Truly the best welcome back I've ever received…” she sighed again while  swirling her fingers between the locks of the mane.

[Joslyn Findlay]

With it being as nice of a day as it was, Joslyn couldn’t help but get herself out and about earlier than usual. Of course, it wasn’t as though most days weren’t nice, by any means. This time Josie just managed to get herself up at a decent hour and out the door. It would be nice to be able to get the cafe up and running well before she had to worry about customers coming in, and without even rushing to get there. Instead, her and Noz were able to walk for a bit out of the village rather than fly from home, much to the cat’s delight. As much as the fuzzball loved going to the cafe with his demon, flying was his least favorite part.

Josie was dressed casually, although that word meant something far different for her than it did to other people. Her dress was a deep red to match the gradients of her wings, and covered in pointless lace and frills. One of the perks of owning your own business was getting to chose the dress code for it too, and that just so happened to mean whatever it was she wanted to wear. Her shoes were perhaps the most simple, just plain black boots, but sometimes less was more. One didn’t want to go overboard, after all.

As the duo neared the end of the villiage, Josie turned to the small cat and smiled, “Well Noz, it’s about time to take to the air…” Before she could pick him up or continue, though, she noticed something else completely had caught his eye. Whatever it was had Noz turn into a giant ball of fluff, the fur all along his back and tail standing completely on end as he stared in what she assumed to be feline horror. One of Joslyn’s eyebrows raised in surprise as she turned her mint green eyes towards whatever it was that had her cat in such a tizzy. The only time she had ever really seen him do that before was when she managed to accidentally spook him, after which he would proceed to play it off that nothing had happened.

It didn’t take her long to see what it was; a cat that was similar to her own without the markings… and with a huge mane… and about ten times the size. Yep, that would do it. To give Noz credit he managed not to run off or start growling, which was impressive in it’s own right. Bending down she scooped him up into her arms to try and distract him before turning back to the group. It was then she really noticed the others; the unknown girl who was trying to pet the lion─was that really safe? Josie supposed if she knew the lion it was, but she didn’t know─and the two that she did know, albeit not very well personally. She had memories of Devil from when she was a child, of course, as did most. Beyond that she wasn’t sure, it had been so long and the past years had become almost a blur from getting her life to a point where she was content. As for God, there were memories there too if she thought back enough, but it wasn’t enough to recall clearly.

Still, by this point it would be rude to just continue on without even saying hello, and she was anything but rude. Smiling warmly, she pushed back a stray strand of her long blonde hair out of her face with her free hand and walked over. “Good morning! It’s always a pleasure seeing you here. And it’s nice to see your pet…s.”  She chuckled with the last part, just now noticing the caterpillars working their way through God’s hair. On cue, Noz finally turned his attention from the other feline and noticed the insects as well, pupils growing large as he watched them with renewed interest. The lion was mostly forgotten with this new entity, one far more easily fought than the lion ever would have been for the small tabby. His nose twitched as he watched the caterpillars carefully, as though waiting for his opportunity to pounce. Josie watched him carefully, tightening her grip slightly. While she had a feeling Devil would appreciate the humor in it, she could really go without making God angry before she even opened the Cafe for the day. She couldn’t remember, was he known for smiting housecats for their rudeness? Either way, Josie would rather not find out.

[God]

Not a moment after God began to rest his eyes, the young-looking man felt a light plop next to him. He figured she would be on cat rather than sharing a bench with him. And though his eyes were closed and his expression peaceful, the man was seriously contemplating getting off the bench and stealing the girl's mount as a bed for himself. He knew better though. Probably nothing good would come of riding her pussy; even if it was warm and comfy. And so the man continued to rest for a bit, occasionally scratching his head. His eyes only opened to the sensing of an approaching presence.

One eye opened, the man saw a young girl descend right upon their immediate vicinity. Did she perhaps need something? Ah, no. She was focusing her attention on the big cat. Could it be that she wanted to sleep on it too? That wouldn't do at all. While he was exceedingly nice to all of the denizens of the world, nobody stands between God and a relaxing nap. And he certainly would not share with her; for several reasons. By now, his eyes were fully open, watching the other girl. God twitched slightly as he saw the girl's hand make contact with the fur. He was more or less focused on this little incident. At least, enough to completely disregard the sliminess in his hair crawling towards the nearest orifice.

Still not speaking a word, God watched as yet another presence began to close in on them. This wanted didn't want to take the cat too did it? That would be most inconvenient. At the very least, this girl didn't seem to be as into the cat as the other was. Noticing a small cat in the second girl's hand, God could only imagine why he was suddenly surrounded by pussy. Could be worse, he imagined. The man was just about to greet the two girls when the second one holding the cat had spoke up. Something about what she said threw God off a bit though. Petsssss? As in plural? Blinking, God only came to the more logical of the two choices. Likewise, talking to everyone is why I go on strolls. Also, that girl actually isn't my pet. Looking back at the girl briefly, God figured she was still absorbed in playing with that overgrown cat.

For a moment though, God felt an odd gaze coming from the fun-sized cat. What was this feeling? Killing intent? It wasn't being directed at him at least, so he thought nothing of it. It wasn't like the cat could actually hurt him anyway. Right at that moment though, the man's neck jerked slightly as he felt things enter his ear. Funnily enough, he didn't even realize he had jerked his own neck nor did he realize what had just entered his ear. Regardless, it was probably time for him to start his daily routine of checking up on the village. So I trust everything is within the confines of mostly ordinary at the village, yes? This was directed mostly at the second demon girl since he knew he had her attention but the other one could answer too. This was one of the usual questions that he asked the villagers to check up on them. He could never be too careful about something unpredicted happening. Both he and Devil knew that very well. Speaking of the little troublemaker, she seemed awfully calm so far. She might have been getting ready to do something. Oh well. He would probably resume his stroll soon. Staying here and chatting was fine too though. Also, seriously. What was that cat's name? This would probably bug his brain for a bit. He could already feel it. He felt something bugging his brain at least. Odd.

[Devil]

Despite the fact that some stranger had suddenly decided to fiddle about, grope, and otherwise violate his mane, Meowcifur remained as stoic as his had been before. A quiet grunt of sorts escaped his maw when he cocked his head slightly, likely to ascertain the presence, but, after straightening his neck, he went back to casually rest. He was a mighty lion, specially bred by Devil herself. Naturally, he was durable enough to not worry about someone fiddling in his fur.

As for the owner herself, Devil just sent the kid- because all of them were that to her- a slight glance. It was amusing, endearing even, that someone would go for the lion before the rulers. And that was fine. That was the sort of easy-going nature people needed to have in this era. The second child, another demon, curiously enough, appeared. On top of her being another demon, she was also another girl. It seemed her daughters were coming in swarm on that day. After mental note of having something interesting to dangle over God's head, that her children instinctively loved her more, she felt her lips curl into a smile. Well, at first they curled. At some point, her lips actually split further, halfway running past her cheeks. It looked natural, for what an ear-to-ear Cheshire grin could, but it quickly reverted to a pleasant, even childish, smile. Why did it grow in such a way?

Well, the cat-bearing girl commented on pets. Pets. Plural. More than one.

”And a good morning to you as well.” The devilish maiden returned the greet, her anchor-tail having somehow managed to find its way behind the bench after wiggling through the gaps in the panels. There, the appendage-turned-weapon swayed from side to side, like a happy dog's. ”Clearly, though, I am his owner.” She casually remarked after God denied ownership of her. What a shy little animal. He at least knew better than to get pompous, she supposed.

”If anything is wrong, though, not only is it his fault, but he'll obediently clean it up.” Devil nodded, almost sage-like, as she crossed her arms. All the while, that tail kept wagging, half-flailing, behind her. Her amusement, much like her coiled horns, was rising. After all, he had failed to notice the worms entering his ears. What a loaf. And not of bread. She liked to lick the edges of her bread before biting into it. It was an entirely different game. Entirely. Like comparing horror and idol simulat- well, no, those were just alike.

”Come. Join us, if you will. There is plenty of room.” She let out a “Gahaha” sort of laugh before offering an impish smile. ”You can even sit in my lap, if it suits your fancy.” Whether that was a joke or not was not immediately apparent. After all, God aside, nobody else there was marginally close to her age. ”That extends to you, as well, mane-hands! You're quite fortunate Meowcifur is tame. He tears into his meals with such fervor, it's almost enough to scare me!” It wouldn't do to ignore one of her children. But if the child wished to opt for something else, it was sad but understandable. It was the way of a parent to let the children go after what they liked. Even if it was a gigantic cat's fur.

So long as none of said fur was ripped out.

[Aime Reiz]

Although it was pretty plain to see that Aime’s attention was entirely invested in toying with the mane of the monstrous cat, she actually did manage to tune in to the conversation fairly early. The cheerful greeting that came from her right side was the first signal. With her fingers still tangled within the lustrous fur of the lion, she brought her eyes up and locked them on the approaching demon. A smile tugged on her lips and she opened her mouth to return the greeting, but before she could make a sound, another voice came out in its place. Hers? No, it sounded far too low to be her_voice. Was she catching a cold perhaps? Her mouth snapped shut and she gave her throat a ginger touch. Of course, her other hand still remained in the cat’s mane, enjoying the softness. Right then, though, yet another voice piped up. Now she was sure that one wasn’t hers. Her mouth was closed now after all. Unless…

Before her imagination could take off with that idea, she was yanked back to reality by another voice calling her “mane hands”. The second voice. It occurred to her then that the voice was, in actuality, not coming from her but from immediately beside her. She turned in the direction of it and was surprised to see two figures sitting on the bench directly beside the cat. Her eyes widened a fraction at the sight. Then her mouth fell open a little when she realized who they were. “Oh…ohhhh okay.” she exclaimed and straightened herself up, finally allowing her other hand to fall from the creatures mane. “Hello, hello,” she nodded to the two of them, giving them their respective greeting, then spun around to face the stranger with a smile. “And hello.”

There. She managed to cover all her bases in the end, so it’s fine, right?

With that done, she turned to Devil. “Mane hands”, she had called her. Aime brought her hands up and looked into her palms, considering the offer that had been given to both her and the other demon. While opening and closing them, she made her way over to Devil and came to a halt in front of her. Then, without a word, she knelt down a little and prodded the top of her knees and thighs with her fingers. Now, Aime was fully aware of how insanely powerful and, in turn, how dangerous these two were. They were their rulers, after all. But she did offer her lap as a seat. Of course she had to test it out first. 

“Meowcifur’s fur is softer,” she stated after a bit of poking. Her tone wasn’t particularly rude or anything. If anything, there was just a small tinge of disappointment. But even having said that, Aime spun around and plopped right down on her lap. Her fatigue outweighed any of her pickiness. She was smaller than she’d expected, but at least she was more comfortable than the bench. 

“As far as I know, things are going well,” Aime took this time to give a belated answer to God’s question. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees and propped her chin in her hands, looking straight ahead as she spoke. “I have been gone for a few…days, though…” her voice trailed off as she turned to look at him, her black orbs honing in on one of his ears just as something squirmed its way into it. What was more shocking, however, was the fact that his face remained completely unperturbed. She stared openly at him, trying to figure out this phenomenon happening right in front of her. Was it some new fad? Was it cleaning out his ears? Had she been gone that long?

She squinted her eyes a little bit, frowning curiously, “That can’t be comfortable.”

[Joslyn Findlay]

As God misunderstood her question, Josie simply nodded and bit her lip slightly in amusement. She assumed he would figure it out sooner or later, surely, so for now she’d simply wait and watch. It certainly didn’t seem like he knew yet. With a half shrug at his other comment, the blonde nodded. “That makes sense enough. I usually leave much later for work, so I must miss most of your walks.” She supposed that hat to be the reason, anyway. Otherwise it would mean she’s far more oblivious to her surroundings than she thought. Of course that couildn’t be the cause for it. Never. It wasn’t as though the only reason she noticed them today was because Noz was so focused on the huge lion or anything.

Suddenly concerned with her own apparent lack of attention to her own surroundings she almost missed as Devil as she spoke up next. Blinking as she looked over to her, Josie’s lip twitched in the start of a chuckle at the banter of the two. While she didn’t know much about them personally, the way they seemed around one another was almost endearing. “Well, as much as we appreciate the promise to fix anything, I can’t think of anything out of the normal as of late. It’s all been pretty good from our viewpoint, although granted I probably spend more time at the cafe than here.”

When the other girl finally tore herself from the lion and greeted the group of them, Joslyn smiled warmly in return. “Hello to you, t─” Her response trailed off as the woman started inspecting Devil’s lap. Josie quirked one of her small eyebrows as she watched the scene play out, simply eyes widening as the other demon promptly sat herself down in Devil’s lap, apparently taking her completely seriously. She tried and failed to suppress a snort of laughter, covering her mouth with her non-cat-occupied hand she tried to stifle it. Shaking her head at the whole scene as she smiled, she took Devil up on her other offer instead, sitting down next to her in hopes that sitting a little ways from God would keep Noz from trying to claw his way into his ears.

The little cat would not be deterred, however, and he squirmed in his person’s arm to try and get a better view of the insects. He thankfully hadn’t tried to attack them yet, but he had started to chirp slightly at his ‘prey’. It was a low, silly little clicking noise in the back of the orange tabby’s throat as his whiskers twitched excitedly. When the finally disappeared, the chirping stopped and Noz’s ears stood straight up as he looked from side to side to try and see where they went. Josie frowned slightly and shook her head in disbelief, glancing from God to the other demon, ”I have to agree with you on that one.”

[God]

Quite a bit was going on at once. Just a bit too much for the poor God who had to put complete focus on three different people in his drowsy state. Of all the first things for him to hear, it had to be the words of Devil. Just his luck. She had made a counterstatement to his honest answer with her own little bit of 'flavor.' Not only that, but she kept going on. Knowing her well enough, he knew that she was enjoying this thoroughly. The man simply narrowed his eyes with a deadpan expression, watching her enjoy herself. It was a look that seemed to be asking the question, 'How did it end up like this?' He wasn't even sure he wanted to feed into her words. No, that never turned out well. But if he didn't, wouldn't he be giving in to the idea that he is simply a pet? He couldn't have that; especially since she seemed way too happy. She says that, yet I'm the one taking her for a walk. She needs the exercise, with all the junk food she eats. Showing a brief smile, he continued. Oh. That would explain why you needed a tiger to carry you around. I see, I see.

That woman had the audacity to offer her lap to the children too. Wasn't she far smaller than them? Then again, she could easily change that, but it didn't make it any less odd. Well, hopefully they had enough sense not to ta- nevermind. God watched as the girl took up Devil's offer after testing the condition. God kept a straight face as he watched this scene unfold, his eye twitching slightly. What could he even say? No? Plenty of children had rested in each of their laps over the years. This one was just. . . a bit older. And bigger. Somehow he got the feeling this one was an airhead. Even the other girl starting laughing at the whole scenario. Then again, even the 'old' angels and even demons had some airheads among their ranks. A few scenes from the distant past went through his mind; mostly of kids much like this girl. It only reinforced that the old ones would likely have been just like the ones alive now. Then again, only he and Devil know that it's becau- Achoo! Suddenly, God felt a sneeze out of nowhere. And for some reason, he felt something fly out of his ears as this happened. He was turned to the side, so it flew behind the bench; or something. Oh well.

Excuse me. Not sure what made me sneeze there. But it's good to hear everything is seemingly normal. He sniffed a bit, thinking over what may have caused that. When was the last time he sneezed, anyway? He didn't have any allergies as far as he knew. Pondering over this, his eyes drifted over to the fun-sized cat. Just what was that cat looking at? Honestly, he had been getting quite a few funny looks already. 'I bet Devil did this.' He thought this to himself as he glanced back over to that very Devil. Just what in earth did she manage to do without him noticing. As he thought that, God began to get drowsy again. All that thinking was a bit much.

[Devil]

Mane-hands was quite an eccentric girl, it seemed. Three hello's for three people, prodding at Devil's thighs- what, was she propositioning her?- and then casually commenting that Meowcifur was softer? Truly, the lass was an odd egg. Even more so for actually taking the invitation and sitting in the lap of someone much smaller. However, there was nothing wrong with being odd. Odd was different, and different was interesting. As far as Devil was concerned, the demon was just another kid- a big kid- and that showed it. She was adorably obedient, at that. That was why, while she was listening, a hand had reached up to the demon's hair and carefully stroked it out of reflex.

The other demon had seemed amused at the scene. Embarrassed, was she? Well, that was fine, too. Even if it were a joke, Devil was completely confident in her body's comfortability- that little comment comparing her and Meowcifur aside. Still, the demon had sat next to her. They were some obedient and endearing kids. Made her swell up with pride and want to poke more fun at the asshole on her other side. The one that was commenting on various things- the one that both girls had noticed his new ear-residents. Lightly purring in her amusement, she sent a glance over to God, her lips curled into an impish little smirk.

”So you simply lack the intelligence to get a mount, then fall asleep in public. I guess that's fine, too.” Her tone suggested there was an unspoken tag that could have been inserted in there somewhere. Despite her joking, though, she could imagine what God was thinking, to a degree. Especially when the kids sat next to and on her. He was probably thinking about something overly serious and depressing. Then, the asshole sneezed. Devil blinked and stared as her prank flew off into the distance, soaring off with a gleaming star like one of those bad-guy-duos one would find in a children's cartoon show. It was an exaggerated observation, but, to Devil, it felt very much real. As was her disappointment. A quick click of her tongue accompanied her half-closing her eyes.

”Maybe you're just getting old.” She casually commented as she met the gaze of God. Her lips gradually morphed into another smile. This time a more natural “ear to ear” grin, in which it didn't actually meet her ears. ”You sleep an awful lot, too. You're like some old, fat cat that eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats- napping out in the sun and sneezing every now and then.” Actually, she felt it was an apt description. She turned towards the seemingly-less-eccentric of her two kids, the one with the cat. ”Don't you agree? Surely, you've seen exactly what I'm talking about before, comrade!” Apparently, owning a cat was enough for the devil to find camaraderie with another. Well, really, she'd find any reason. But at least this one was mildly believable, given the oversized lion that served as her pet.

”Though, I must say, if everything is normal, then that is just a bit boring. . . maybe I'll have to come up with something for everyone- to liven things up a bit.” Without even waiting for the demon's response, she dropped a verbal bomb. That was very much the same as a saying “Maybe the world should burn, just for a bit”, or that was likely the mental image the more “experienced” people would have come up with after hearing that from her.

Haters gonna hate.

[Aime Reiz]

By the time God had turned to face her, Aime's mind was already filled to the brim with possible reasons as to why something had buried its way into his ear. The fad idea was at the forefront of this list, but somehow he couldn't see one of the two creators of this world falling into any of the fads that might've cropped up recently. Unless it was actually pretty efficient? Aime brought a hand to her chin, a thoughtful frown playing on her lips as she considered maybe investing in this new fad. Her thoughts came to a screeching halt when God's eyes locked with her's, however. She brought her focus back on him a little late, looking curious as she studied the expressionless look on his face. Then that little twitch of his eye. Uh oh. Had that creature somehow managed to take a bite out of his brain? 

Concern washed over Aime's face, but before she could ask him if he was experiencing any strange headaches, she heard a small snort of laughter sound from her side. She turned towards the source just in time to see the other demon trying to stifle back her laughter witha hand. Aime raised her eyebrows. Apparently, while her attention had been on God's ear, she'd managed to miss something amusing. That was depressing. But she smiled at her nevertheless, finding the bit of laughter to be contagious. Her smile only grew, thought, when she felt the gentle touch at her hair. She'd definitely missed out on something. Why was she being petted? This was probably one of the more baffling questions that'd cropped up within the past few seconds, but it was also the one whose answer she cared the least about. Because it felt nice, of course. Why question something that felt nice? 

But even that bit of reverie was meant to be fleeting. Aime had begun to hum softly while her hair was being stroked, but was cut off mid-hum by a rather abrupt sneeze. It startled her enough to make her jump a little in her seat. She turned to look at the culprit, God, and considered for a second what he'd said, "It's probably just a side effect," she said, nodding knowingly. At the very least, his sinuses should be nice and clear.  

Aime turned back away from him after giving her input and at that moment noticed the tiny cat in the other demon's arms for the first time. More fluff. Her delighted smile from before returned to her face once again at the prospect and she leaned a little towards the demon and her cat. Then reached out a hand, offering to pet the little creature while making small, coaxing sounds. Hearing Devil's off-hand suggestion about adding some more excitement to the village, Aime responded with her own off-hand remark, "Like a festival?" All the while, she continued trying to win the small ball of fluff over.

[Joslyn Findlay]

Even without anything to input herself, Josie found listening to their two leaders tease one another was quite the form of entertainment in and of itself. She found herself pondering for just a moment when Devil had mentioned the fact that the lion was a mount, which brought her mind to travel. Did she bring her lion everywhere? If that was the case, than what if they needed to fly somewhere? Noz was more than easy to just carry around when needed. She doubted the lion was as simple. Then again, this was Devil they were talking about. If anyone could manage it, she could.

Startled out of her reverie by the sudden sneeze, she blinked back over to God just in time to see the caterpillar fly off into the distance. The furball in her lap stood and turned his head to try and see where it went, but his ears quickly drooped in disappointment when he seemed to have lost his prey. Snickering to herself as she scratched behind her cat’s ear, she nodded to the strange other demon that sat in Devil’s lap. “You’re probably right,” glancing to God she continued while trying to suppress her grin, “It was probably just… a little tickle, I’m sure.” Slowly Noz started to settle back into his demon’s lap, still casting glances to God in hopes of more playthings to appear for him to chase.

When Devil turned to her for her response, Josie couldn’t help but shrug and nod. “Even Noz, as mischievous as he is, tends to lay around happily and sleep in the sun more often than not. And don’t even get me started on kitty sneezes─with all the fur he has it’s actually a wonder he doesn’t sneeze more often. Not to say they aren’t perfectly charming qualities, of course.” she smiled humorously, eyes twinkling a bit. As though he could sense they were talking about him, Noz took that opportunity to sneeze ‘gracefully’, shaking his head so hard one could hear his ears flapping as he did.

It was when the ideas of ‘livening things up’ and ‘festivals’ were brought up that Joslyn blinked and tilted her head. While she couldn’t say for sure, she had a feeling judging by Devil’s tone that that wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. Even still, she knew that with all their silliness and “threats” they had their best interests at heart. Josie couldn’t imagine even the worst they had planned could be all that dangerous. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of action every now and again, I suppose. What did you have in mind? … Need a tea caterer for it?”

As Joslyn jested with the other two-legged creatures, Noz turned his focus to the one that was suddenly giving him attention. His ears perked up as she reached a hand for him, his natural attention-seeking personality excited at the opportunity for more pets. It certainly wouldn’t take much coaxing to get him to get him to gladly accept a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ear, as he quickly pushed his little orange head into the proffered hand. There was a reason he was such a token at the Cafe, after all.