[ When his attacker hits the ground, Rokurou sits up, leaning over the edge of the bed to look down at who decided to fling themselves across the wagon for no reason. Which leaves them staring at each other, both covered in an explosion of feathers, looking put out and somewhat accusatory.
The daemon purses his lips. Okay, severe overreaction, but he puffs up and commits to pretending like he hadn’t done anything remotely wrong. He is innocent. Never done anything wrong in his life, ever. ]
I should be the one asking that. Why were you jumping me!
[ You… take advantage of Rokurou? Jail! Jail for ten thousand years! As if this muscular war daemon isn’t perfectly capable of defending himself from, checks notes, someone tripping into his bed. ]
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The daemon purses his lips. Okay, severe overreaction, but he puffs up and commits to pretending like he hadn’t done anything remotely wrong. He is innocent. Never done anything wrong in his life, ever. ]
I should be the one asking that. Why were you jumping me!
[ You… take advantage of Rokurou? Jail! Jail for ten thousand years! As if this muscular war daemon isn’t perfectly capable of defending himself from, checks notes, someone tripping into his bed. ]
You shouldn’t cuddle up to people you don’t know.