Should we carry somethin' for self-defense…? Nothing like an actual devil hunter, but whaddaya think about like a switchblade or one of those brass knuckles?
[ He's suggesting something that's definitely against school rules, but hey, if Aki's cool with skipping class and letting him keep Pochita around, maybe he can get a pass on something like this. It'd be pretty cool to have, like, a signature weapon.
The thick aroma of scallions and rice steam his face, swamping his senses as he gingerly takes the bowl with both hands. It's hot through the porcelain, and his hands drop a little, nearly spilling the porridge all over their feet, but he swiftly wobbles the bowl to stabilize its contents, only a few drops landing on the ground. He doesn't bother cleaning it up, bringing the bowl closer to his nose; an excited whine rises out of his throat, like it's taking all his willpower not to dive right in. It looks good, better than the chicken on its own. If Power doesn't want hers, he'll steal it for himself at the first sign of weakness. Well, pickiness.
Testing the temperature with a small sip from the bowl's edge, Denji looks at Aki. ]
Y'know, I'm surprised you haven't tried to start a devil hunter club — [ The broth burns his mouth, and he has to yank the bowl away from himself slightly, tongue sticking out as he speaks in an effort to cool it. ] You're all bushy-bushy with the shtudent counshil and your teashers. Figure they'd to lishen to ya.
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[ He's suggesting something that's definitely against school rules, but hey, if Aki's cool with skipping class and letting him keep Pochita around, maybe he can get a pass on something like this. It'd be pretty cool to have, like, a signature weapon.
The thick aroma of scallions and rice steam his face, swamping his senses as he gingerly takes the bowl with both hands. It's hot through the porcelain, and his hands drop a little, nearly spilling the porridge all over their feet, but he swiftly wobbles the bowl to stabilize its contents, only a few drops landing on the ground. He doesn't bother cleaning it up, bringing the bowl closer to his nose; an excited whine rises out of his throat, like it's taking all his willpower not to dive right in. It looks good, better than the chicken on its own. If Power doesn't want hers, he'll steal it for himself at the first sign of weakness. Well, pickiness.
Testing the temperature with a small sip from the bowl's edge, Denji looks at Aki. ]
Y'know, I'm surprised you haven't tried to start a devil hunter club — [ The broth burns his mouth, and he has to yank the bowl away from himself slightly, tongue sticking out as he speaks in an effort to cool it. ] You're all bushy-bushy with the shtudent counshil and your teashers. Figure they'd to lishen to ya.