FATE WILL PLAY US OUT - ZOOK

The demon's glass-clear azure eyes creased up into smiling slits at the human's silly reaction, Miyu actually grinning rather peppily in return. Gosh, what did you mean, "not going to be a pleasant chat"? It wasn't as if Miyu was, you know, confronting him or anything. That would just be an awful thing to do. Miyu wasn't that kind of guy at all. No, he was far more the ... casually speaking, serious-but-soothing chat over tea type. It wasn't as if he found it funny to put pressure on humans (sorry, Andi, but this was purely hypothetical after all) and see them squeak like a dogtoy or anything. That was simply, ahaha, inhumane. Okay, no, but in all honesty, it was true. The demon couldn't cut manipulation at all - that was far more of a certain butt-faced flying peacock's thing.

The same couldn't be said for good old intimidation.

The brunet's head lolled expectantly to the side enough that the shell-like exterior of his tightly singularly spiraled horn grazed his shoulder, his smile remaining as bright and effortlessly enthused as it'd been when the expression jumped out of bed and onto his face, fresh and raring to go. The human hadn't changed at all, it seemed. Not in appearance. The sun had been grazing the tips of evening with its fingers during the day they'd first encountered one another - a misleadingly exclusive statement, taking in mind just what the situation was and who else had been there - but the lighting had been just enough that he could at least see more than feeble little silhouettes in the dark. Enough for identification and also split-second contemptuous evaluation when it came down to it. However, if he had to say ... the mortal seemed stressed. He'd already appeared as such before, with full-fledged shadows banking excessively under his eyes as a result of circumstances entirely irrelevant to Miyu, but from that sheer jump alone ... The human was definitely twitchy.

And his eyes. Enhanced vision just enough to be compared to a looking glass locked onto the dazed, dilated rings of the human's pupils, subtly dilated, maybe even misshapen if he tilted his head just so (Miyu promptly unabashedly tilted his head just so) - symptoms of an affliction that Miyu's seen countless times before, even if the overall medical knowledge these days is best regarded as abysmal - and the demon's mouth nearly pulled into a frown if he'd felt enough pity. Instead, he felt the grudging pull of pitying curiosity, and he went so far as to state idly, arms smoothly loosening from its fold over his chest to cross themselves again this time behind his head, 'Hey, you don't look so good ...'

Run ragged. Yes, that was it. Run ragged. Plain and simply exhausted, even if you'd gotten the right amount of sleep and sometimes even more; it was a mental thing. Miyu got that, too, surprisingly similarly. You felt tired because things that had happened recently, or some time ago but had been accumulating since then, weighed on your shoulders and dragged them down like pieces of lead. Mini anvils tied to your ankles keeping you tethered to the floor, and let Miyu inform anyone listening that any feeling along those lines wholly and greatly sucked; coming from yours truly the carefree demon with wings on the sides of his feet arches. No judgement.

Except when it came to humans that didn't know how to take a good greeting. There went his sympathy. One of Miyu's naturally broodingly lowered eyebrows rose with dubious but highly entertained amusement. 'No,' he elaborated gently, with every hint of laughter shining through every following syllable, 'it means I called you bacon.' His grin promptly split wider as he ambled ever closer to stand right next to the human, even nonchalantly raking his eyes over a shelf they were standing by as if that had been his true intent all along. 'So, what's the word, hummingbird? Finding more damsels in distress to rescue from their definite doom?' Miyu scuffed a clunky shoe against the floor, mouth curling upwards and gaze at that point quite carefully examining a box of cornflakes. Hmm, wildberry. Healthy. 'I mean, it has to be a really busy life, being a hero and all!'

Noooo, didn't he know that two's a party?