[Chuuya watches with fascination as the umbrella transforms into a bat as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen by any means, but it’s definitely strange.]
Then the bat is a familiar?
[It seems to fit Mephisto’s aesthetic pretty well.
Chuuya grows quiet for a moment, brows furrowed in deep thought.]
A bodyguard?
[Is that really so different from what Chuuya used to do? Being an executive as well as Mori’s guard dog was essentially the same thing, with dire consequences for betrayal. It isn’t ideal for him to be bound to anyone or anything now that he’s finally free, though, right? Free to do what he wants, when he wants, with whoever he wants. He shouldn’t want for anything anymore, and yet...]
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Then the bat is a familiar?
[It seems to fit Mephisto’s aesthetic pretty well.
Chuuya grows quiet for a moment, brows furrowed in deep thought.]
A bodyguard?
[Is that really so different from what Chuuya used to do? Being an executive as well as Mori’s guard dog was essentially the same thing, with dire consequences for betrayal. It isn’t ideal for him to be bound to anyone or anything now that he’s finally free, though, right? Free to do what he wants, when he wants, with whoever he wants. He shouldn’t want for anything anymore, and yet...]
Tch. You’re pushing it.
[Chuuya huffs and crosses his arms.]
What are the conditions? Besides loyalty.