Muse vents.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

If you hate me so much, you are perfectly free to stop playing me, you know.

...What do you mean, you only hate me because you love me? Not for the first time, I question whether you are entirely right in the head. Though of course I doubt you can be, given all the torture you've put me through without even the slightest hint of remorse. No less than two demonic possessions, I ask you! Honestly, it's as though you enjoy terrible things happening to me.

I saw the look on your face just now, mundane.

And do get me some better company in here. If I have to listen to that pink-clad girl prattling on about shopping one more time, I think I am going to go quite mad.

Oh, and do your bloody tags.

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[keepcalmandflutteron]

Boy do I not envy your Life. Ha!

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ ...Is. Is that. ]

If you are, as you appear to be, a talking butterfly, I'm sure the feeling is mutual.

[ He's been a lot of weird things in the past, but a butterfly is not among them, and he'd prefer to keep it that way. ]

[keepcalmandflutteron]

Why? It's not as bad as it sounds! A lot of people think you're pretty and the sweet water is just an open flower away!

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I'm hardly a stranger to the former. [ So modest. ]

As to why, I believe you'll find that butterflies are very poorly equipped to handle money. Besides, it must be dreadfully boring, mustn't it?

[keepcalmandflutteron]

Not at all! To both counts! What makes you think that it would be?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Well, what does one do all day, if one is a butterfly?

[ He can't believe he's having this conversation. ]

[backwardsblack]

...I'd rather have one person to share company with than a hundred fifty, no matter how bothersome.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

One hundred and fifty? [ He winces at the thought of his headmate multiplied that many times. No thank you. ] You have my utmost sympathy - er -

[ It's about now that he notices the horns growing out of the newcomer's head. ]

Wait just a bloody second! Are you another demon?

[backwardsblack]

[Siiigh. She understands why he wouldn't like her, considering his frame of reference is Satanick, but it's not like she and Satanick get along at all.]

I'm a Devil. And you're Satanick's latest flirtation who he won't shut up about? You have my sympathy.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He stumbles backward. ] You're in league with him?! No! No no no! Get away from me!

...What has he been saying about me, exactly?

[backwardsblack]

[She bristles at that.] Listen, Satanick caused the invasion of my world, people died, we are not in league with each other!

[Even if he hadn't been the one to invade himself, she still holds no fondness for that annoying Devil.]

And he's been saying the usual things about how cute you are and the things he'd like to do to you.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Come now, Gorynych. It isn't all that bad, is it?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Well.

[ He avoids Raikov's gaze. What is he supposed to say to that? ]

I suppose some of it is... acceptable.

[ Translation: you're the best damn thing that's happened to him in Route, Raikov. ]

He is not! Plenty of good things have happened to me! And I am not a "tsundere"! Whatever the bloody hell that means!

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov grins.]

That's sweet of you... I am... pretty good, aren't I?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Now hold on a second! I did not say anything about you being good! That was her! Don't listen to a word she -

[ He likes you, Raikov. He like likes you. ]

I - !

[ He wants to kiss you on the butt. ]

I do not! Stop it!

[majorcrotchgrab]

Well, if you insist...

[He's been around five years. He knows how muns work.

... So he turns around and starts undoing his pants.]

[unkinder]

If I didn't know any better, you're implying that the possessions are the height of your recent misfortune.

[Nagi is so glad he's not the only one suffering from 'terrible things happening to me because the mun thinks it's fun' syndrome.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You - !

[ Oh god, and him without the talismans! ]

G- get away from me! Get away!

[ How does he get out of here WHY IS THIS METAPHYSICAL SPACE SO POORLY DEFINED ]

[unkinder]

[That's a nice reaction. Fear. It causes the corners of Nagi's mouth to twitch into something akin to a brief smile before he closes his eyes, tilting his head down slightly.]

I am not here to kill you. If I was, I would have done so already.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Oh, he sees that smile. Bloody infuriating, stupid - murderous -

He swallows hard and tries to act like he's not staring down the kid who killed him without a second thought just a few weeks ago. ]

Then what are you here for? I hardly think you've come to commiserate.

[unkinder]

[There were plenty of thoughts, actually. It might have gone quite differently, had Crawford and Schuldig not intervened.]

Why do you think? I am here because my mundane wants me to be, and naturally I have no choice but to comply.

[madman_in_abox]

Oh dear. Someone sounds quite angry with their mun right now, don't they?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You have no idea.

[ He's just pissy. ]

And she won't bloody shut up, either.

[madman_in_abox]

Talking can be a good thing though if you're in need of a good vent. I sometimes do it myself, although I do tend to babble sometimes. [A lot.]

May I ask what is bothering you about your mundane?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

What's bothering me? You want to know what's bothering me? Do you know how many misfortunes have befallen me since I came into her "care"? Two possessions, as I mentioned, one exceedingly humiliating death, all manner of unwanted sex with a bloody demon, and recently she's even decided to give me feelings for someone. Feelings! I ask you! Utterly dreadful, really.

[ You've got him going, Doctor. Sorry about that. ]