[Pochita starts nudging at Aki's hand and he very nearly swats the devil away, still uneasy around him. It would be one thing if he only acted like a dog, but the massive powertool sticking out of his head and the way he's seen it spin to life has him always a little unnerved by the thing. Especially when he's squeezing through Denji's arms.]
Revenge for... Ugh, she's such a brat... [He raises his eyes to glower at her across the room where she's dumping things into the trash while muttering curse spells under her breath. She better not get rid of any of their cookware...]
[But when Denji asks if he was serious, he looks down, brow pinching. Yes, he was, in the moment, but now he recognizes he was just angry. Which, obviously, but... Should he really make her stay home for their first non-grave visit trip in a year? He frowns and sits down on the floor, still mindlessly rubbing his hand over Denji's side.]
...I'll figure something out, but she still needs to be punished somehow. And you can't arrest your sibling for feeding you bad food. [So that idea is out. Keeping his voice low, he mutters,] Maybe I won't get her an ekiben. Or make her sleep in the hall tonight. It has to be something she'll remember.
[But when he says the bit about the hall, he looks up and around, realizing the windows and sliding door have been left open. No wonder it feels so cold in here. He frowns and adds, mostly to himself,] Guess I'll turn on the heater...
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[Pochita starts nudging at Aki's hand and he very nearly swats the devil away, still uneasy around him. It would be one thing if he only acted like a dog, but the massive powertool sticking out of his head and the way he's seen it spin to life has him always a little unnerved by the thing. Especially when he's squeezing through Denji's arms.]
Revenge for... Ugh, she's such a brat... [He raises his eyes to glower at her across the room where she's dumping things into the trash while muttering curse spells under her breath. She better not get rid of any of their cookware...]
[But when Denji asks if he was serious, he looks down, brow pinching. Yes, he was, in the moment, but now he recognizes he was just angry. Which, obviously, but... Should he really make her stay home for their first non-grave visit trip in a year? He frowns and sits down on the floor, still mindlessly rubbing his hand over Denji's side.]
...I'll figure something out, but she still needs to be punished somehow. And you can't arrest your sibling for feeding you bad food. [So that idea is out. Keeping his voice low, he mutters,] Maybe I won't get her an ekiben. Or make her sleep in the hall tonight. It has to be something she'll remember.
[But when he says the bit about the hall, he looks up and around, realizing the windows and sliding door have been left open. No wonder it feels so cold in here. He frowns and adds, mostly to himself,] Guess I'll turn on the heater...