[ that smile, no matter how small, settles in Rook's bones. soft but there and it makes him feel warm. and not the kind of warm that comes with hellfire, or the blooming sensation of lust in him but something-- softer. kinder.
it's strange.
so Rook doesn't think on it, just huffs and hangs his head as he reaches for his tea with a barely there smile.]
I would never waste such delicious tea! [ a hum as he takes a sip, eyes tracking Jiho as he goes to sit down again.] And I like to think that, as far as demons go, I am one of a kind.
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it's strange.
so Rook doesn't think on it, just huffs and hangs his head as he reaches for his tea with a barely there smile.]
I would never waste such delicious tea! [ a hum as he takes a sip, eyes tracking Jiho as he goes to sit down again.] And I like to think that, as far as demons go, I am one of a kind.