[Ah, now he feels bad for reading Wrio's mind earlier. Satan stares at his tea for a few seconds, lips pulled thin with guilt, before taking a sip without thinking about cream and sugar at all.]
If you're sure, then-- I'd be down to be friends, of course.
[Despite his roiling guilt, he still squeezes Wriothesley's hand, thumb rolling over his knuckles.]
...So, ah. How much cream d'you put in this tea, anyway? Mind showing me so I don't fuck it up?
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[Ah, now he feels bad for reading Wrio's mind earlier. Satan stares at his tea for a few seconds, lips pulled thin with guilt, before taking a sip without thinking about cream and sugar at all.]
If you're sure, then-- I'd be down to be friends, of course.
[Despite his roiling guilt, he still squeezes Wriothesley's hand, thumb rolling over his knuckles.]
...So, ah. How much cream d'you put in this tea, anyway? Mind showing me so I don't fuck it up?