[Well, that certainly wasn’t the answer he was expecting. Chuuya is quiet for a moment as he glances down at his hands, one covered and one exposed to the world. It’s probably symbolic or some shit, but to Chuuya it just feels odd not to wear both of them, and he tugs his missing one back on.]
Love, huh?
[EVEN DEMONS CAN FALL IN LOVE...?]
Can’t say I know what that feels like.
[He’s not even trying to be edgy. He legit has no idea. Rather than go into a long discussion about what love is, Chuuya decides to change the subject, because feelings.]
Anyway. Are you just gonna poof next to me when you need me or something?
no subject
Love, huh?
[EVEN DEMONS CAN FALL IN LOVE...?]
Can’t say I know what that feels like.
[He’s not even trying to be edgy. He legit has no idea. Rather than go into a long discussion about what love is, Chuuya decides to change the subject, because feelings.]
Anyway. Are you just gonna poof next to me when you need me or something?