#fangsofdestruction

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Papa's Home | Papa x Sessh

"Shame indeed."

Callous and disheartened, all that was left was to bask in the unyielding warmth of the mountain springs in solitude. It required no further debacle or empathic pleasantries to assuage the seemingly traitorous revelation among subjects that fell under his reign.

Opposition is always to be expected but to keep decorum among overlords of strength, skill, and temper can be dauntingly exhausting; particularly should it have been a week-long discourse with yet a common ground to stand.

Conflict is inevitable but combat is optional. Touga would have rather suffered through hours of constant disagreement and pettiness than have the need to wield blades among comrades and potential threats that would eventually lead to an injunction.

Another day of thought perhaps?

Touga gathered himself to proper robes and kept his armor dangling careless over his arm, which was latter received by the palace staff as he entered the quarters of their not-so humble abode. He thanked them; warm and gracious as he always does. Pardoning himself almost flirtatiously as he had been reprimanded by his wife for being too keen with commoners.

The sun had bid it's shy greeting behind amaranthine skies and the silence of the sleeping world. None but the soft creaking of wooden floor kept the daiyoukai company as he turned through corners and peered through the barely closed door that kept every reason of his existence.

"Are you awake, my little one?" Barely a whisper. "Papa's home."

[lured-into-wonderland]

((OOC: This one will be a bit shorter since there isn’t much for me to go off of interaction-wise, but this is for ‘Seth’ to Nunnally))

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Seth had continued to frequent the hole in the wall shop as per his usual habitual ways permitted, and he noticed that on occasion the young miss who had gifted him a treat a month ago would drop by from time to time.

Their schedules didn’t seem to line up much considering they’d only crossed paths again only a mere handful of times.

Though the shop advertised Valentine’s day for couples, it didn’t advertise much for White Day for reasons he could only fathom.

He’d spoken to the owner of the shop that the next time Nunnally came in, her order would be his treat, along with her choice of a dessert that the store had to offer. It wasn’t necessary to state that he was the one gifting her.

The owner would simply give her a message that: [A grateful patron had paid for your order in advance as thanks for last month]

It wasn’t very personable, but their relationship was essentially that, practically strangers. That said, Seth wasn’t one to not return favors or goodwill, so he chose to go about it in this roundabout manner.  

She liked that café. It wasn't one of these posh places that were popular among her friends, but it served one of the best coffee in the city. At least in Nunnally’s opinion. So, she was a frequent guest there. Sometimes she would just take a coffee to go, sometimes sit inside and read a book or sketch, and sometimes take a seat outside and watch people passing by. She had perhaps noticed Seth once or twice, but didn’t think about him too much. Sharing a coffee and something sweet with him on Valentine’s Day was more of an accident than a planned action; it didn't last long and she was quick to forget about it.

And there was Nunnally standing more than surprised when she was offered a free drink and a desert. As a thanks for last month…? What did it mean?

She stood there a bit puzzled; unsure if she was not mistaken for someone else. But that would be odd. She knew she stood out (not only in this particular place but also in general), always giving the vibes of not fitting there. Whatever that “there” was. In addition, the older lady, who was an owner of the place and had talked with Nunnally more than a few times was sure it was for her. Indeed, there were little chances Nunnally could have been mistaken for some other young woman.

She hesitantly accepted the coffee and chose yoghurt with fruit as her sweet treat; still wondering whom she should thank for this unexpected gift. And then she realized it! The double treat for the Valentine’s Day she shared with a lonely stranger. She laughed gently when she understood, and looked through the patrons to see if that man there. But he was not. Slightly disappointed, Nunnally started to wonder if he was a frequent guest here, but she didn’t ask. Perhaps he would not like her to pry. She had a small chat with the lady behind the counter as the café was almost empty at this time of a day, and then she chose a table far in the corner (but close to the window) and started to sketch something in her notebook.

When she was almost ready to leave, Nunnally noticed the door opening and someone entered the still empty café. Surprisingly enough that someone was the man that got her the treat. She was watching him from her place as he placed his order and sat by one of the tables. She chuckled gently, stood up and walked straight to the man: --

“May I join you?” – she asked taking a seat without waiting for his invitation or even giving him a chance to answer– “I guess it is my turn to say thank you to you.” – she laughed – “Perhaps it should become our custom to leave small treats for each other from time to time.” – she was not truly serious, but she was curious about him. Nunnally didn’t expect most of the people doing what he did.

“How did you know I am coming here? Do you perhaps also like the place?” – he must have seen her here at least a few times before (how otherwise would he know she'd be back?), so it was embarrassing that she didn't notice him. To cover for these feelings (or perhaps embarrassing herself even more) she opened her notebook and pushed it towards him: --

“I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” – Nunnally said pointing to the drawing in her notebook depicting Seth himself – “I was trying to remember how you looked after getting the treat earlier today.” – she explained to make the situation less awkward. At least in her own eyes.

“By the way, my name is Nunnally. Do you feel like giving me yours?”  

@fangsofdestruction

[liecoris]

「Oh?」 Hearing that he'd be coming by soon was a bit of a surprise to Mukuro, not noticing just how much time had passed since she'd been out here with the children and how he must appear here like clockwork since ' soon ' meant, " right now " as her gaze redirected to Sesshomaru when he walked into the courtyard。 It was also then she noticed that a lot more eyes were on her than she had realized, since upon Sesshomaru's appearance that familiar feeling of eyes on her dispersed。

She gave her own little nod in greeting as he approached and sat on a nearby large rock。

「Not at all, they've been quite the opposite actually, they're quite delightful。」 There was a genuine smile on Mukuro's lips as she spoke and shook her head slightly, 「I've had a delightful time hanging out with them~」

Mukuro gave a small nod when he took note of the fact that the children asked to be brushed, 「they were quite interested in brushing out my tails, so I was more than happy to also brush them in return。」 Mukuro had been prepared to be asked to brush them when she was first introduced to the children。

The two girls looked excited at the idea that Mukuro would want to join in on brushing Sesshomaru’s fur, as it was an activity that they also enjoyed. Normally, those of the Jaken line were the only ones allowed that right of brushing the fur of the esteemed Inu-youkai, but when the little ones came into the picture, they kept begging him to allow them to brush his fur. Grooming fur is an important bonding activity for just about any living being with hair as it related to skinship.

“He should be coming by soon.” He often liked to bask in the sun or moonlight and lose himself in his thoughts. When the kids were out playing, he would take it upon himself to watch over the children. Their parents were normally out performing their own tasks, and they could always rest easy knowing that their children were in the safe paws of their Lord. The eyes that were watching over Mukuro and the children went away as Sesshomaru had walked into the inner courtyard.

The youngest of the trio, Kazehime squeaked and flew over to Sesshomaru, perching herself on his shoulder. The Demon locked eyes with Mukuro and nodded his head as a silent greeting as he approached and he sat atop of a large rock, his favorite that he often perched on while he basked in the light.

       ❝You’ve met the children. Hope they haven’t been a hassle for you.❞

They certainly were a lot some days, but it was his duty as the leader of his ‘pack’ to watch over the youngest and weakest members. Opting to trust Mukuro’s compliant behavior, she’d been given the permission to be around the children under supervision. It was a good show of faith on one hand, and on another hand, it was a good way for her to get used to being around more Demons. Children were innocent and curious creatures, so she wouldn’t have to have her guard up so high around them.

       ❝I see they’ve asked their fur to be groomed.❞

It was easy to tell with how much fluffier their fur was looking.  

[blossomingbellflower]

Does it ever cross your mind that you'll pass on before Sesshomaru, and does that make you feel guilty at all that you'll leave him grieving for who knows how many decades/centuries?

SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY || @fightingthetides

"Of course it has. It was one of the many things I pondered over before giving him my decision." Kikyou was not one to typically make a reckless decision. She considered all sides--once time permitted it.

"It is an unfortunate inevitable..one that we are both cognizant of. However, whether I had chosen not to be with him, it will not erase the pain. Perhaps it would be significantly less..who is to say. The only way the grief possibly could have been avoided in its entirety..is if fate had not allowed us to meet again."

While she was happy to have find him and regained her memories..Kikyou knew that all too soon they will be parted. Either by life's unpredictable nature or by old age as per the natural laws governing humanity. In the end, it was horribly painful to envision leaving him alone. Kikyou did not wish for it. If she could, she would remain at his side until it was time for BOTH of them to go.

Alas, she was not a demon and he was not a human. They were two different species..and with their love, came eventualities that they had to accept..no matter how bitter or saddening it was.

"And I would not have used guilt to describe it. Guilt would imply there is something I can do to change it..that it is something I am doing on purpose. No. It is more of a helpless fury, anguish, melancholy and frustration. I do not wish for him to suffer..but when you love..you also experience the consequences of it."

But yes, Kikyou did hold strong, complicated mix of emotions regarding her ultimate demise. Leaving him to face the centuries alone in his grief..tore at her heart on the days her darker thoughts and worries took the forefront of her mind.

"All I can do for him..is to provide as much happiness in the time that we have. Waste not a second on foolishness. Time is limited and I will give him all that I can in that time frame."

[mcmcntomorii-later]

2023 Wday submission from Sesshomaru

Hiyah, as per custom, it’s time for white day after Valentine’s Day. Do with this as you will like with last month. Hope you like! [submitting early in case you’d like time to respond to it]

@fangsofdestruction​

Sesshomaru had waited at a designated spot in a public park for the kitsune to arrive. A couple days prior, a message was left at her home in the form of a traveling paper talisman controlled by one of the spellcasters in the Gumi.

The Talisman, once it had located Mukuro, would ‘poof’ away into smoke and in its place leave a note, requesting for her to come to the park at a specific place to meet for a brief moment. The requested date to meet being the 14th of March, a date that no native of East Asia would miss.

He’d heard that Valentine’s day was celebrated differently in European nations, but in Asia, women normally gave gifts on Valentine’s day to friends, family, and acquaintances alike, and the recipients would return the favor the following month on White day.

The gifts were white and did not necessarily have to be a consumable good. Having lived through the many centuries, Sesshomaru was well aware of the human customs, and he saw fit to follow the traditions as to be respectful.

When Mukuro arrived, he first hands her a small box containing marshmallows.

He’d gone out around the Western part of Japan (out of old habit) and had come across a store which sold some interesting marshmallow treats fashioned to look like cute animals. Though they did not make foxes, he requested a meeting with the owner of the store and put in a special request for them to specially make marshmallows in the form of a fox.

To pay homage to the receiver, he’d asked for pink elements to be added to the marshmallow foxes, keeping the majority of their color scheme white as to conform to the color theme the gifts should abide by.

As Mukuro had given him an edible gift along with a suit to wear, he had also prepared a secondary gift for her.

In a small, slender box held a kanzashi. The hair stick variety, to be specific rather than the kind one fashions into their hair like an ornament.

The hair stick variety was more useful in the sense it served a practical purpose, it was more apt for everyday use, and in case of emergency, it could be used as a stabbing weapon. With her profession, a hair stick styled kanzashi was more useful.

“It is made of sterling silver. The lilies at the end were carved out of white jade.”

White jades are lucky stones, and they are known for the power to make one feel calm and peaceful. It was also known for giving the owner luck whether it came to health, love, or business.

Perhaps the image of innocence and purity didn’t quite suit Mukuro, they did fit the color scheme. If one considered her general knowledge of Demon society, one could consider her ‘innocent,’ and that was the definition he went with- not that he had explained any of his reasonings behind the gifts.

He had answers prepared if she should ask, but otherwise, he planned on keeping such things to himself.

“These are White day gifts in return for the Valentine Day gifts you’ve presented me last month.”

Honestly, Mukuro had forgotten about White Day, having been a bit out of touch with giving someone a Valentine’s Day gift and getting something in return。 So when she had gotten that message, not only was Mukuro just surprised at being given a message, Mukuro didn’t know what it was going to be about until she saw something about White Day being advertised and she finally recognized the date on the calendar。

And still, Mukuro couldn’t hold back her initial surprise when she was handed a little box。

Taking care to open it, her eyes did light up at the small fox-shaped marshmallow treats that were also colored similarly to what she looked like when she was in her fox form。

When she was given the second gift of the hair pins, Mukuro couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the item。

「It’s so beautiful,」there was a bright, genuine smile on her lips as she spoke, these looked almost too pretty to wear but she’d make sure that she would find some opportunity to wear them。

「Lilies are my favorite flower。。。」 Mukuro couldn’t help but say out loud, she knew he probably didn’t know that, and the reason he chose it was probably because of the color scheme as well as just how even she considered herself innocent in the terms of Demon society。

「Thank you so much, I really love them〜！」

[babysitterjaken]

@tanteichi​

🐸 “You will show Lord Sesshomaru  respect! How dare you display such insolence?!”

[liecoris]

Mukuro hums as she listens to Popo and the more that Mukuro thinks about what to ask for, the more she doesn't know what exactly she is on the search for。 She had no idea how this character's mother was killed, what state the body was in, etc。 and she felt like knowing that information was rather crucial to know what to look for in a culprit。

When Popo would bring up that Ken could just be one of those types of people with no tact, Mukuro hummed again, it certainly was a possibility。 But it probably wouldn't hurt to get a bit of information on him just in case。

Then when Popo mentioned looking through past messages, Mukuro's mouth hung open slightly, how could she have forgotten to do something like that? She had searched for news articles but didn't think to look through personal messages to see how the notification of their mother's passing was delivered to the character Mukuro is currently inhabiting。 Pulling out her phone, Mukuro would unlock it and go through past messages and emails that seemed like they could hold any importance。

「Is there a way to listen to past phone calls? Or would this be something I have to find like how some game use audio files as a sort of collectable item? As for Ken。。​​​​​​​。​​​​​​​ maybe just having some standard background info on him wouldn't hurt。 」

“I can work on gathering some information for you if you give me some traits that you are looking for.” There would be a wide range of possible ‘culprits’ if Popo was to search through every single folklore, legend, etc of the world. It was fact that she didn’t inhabit the body of the female lead, and Popo nodded their head at that. It was safe to assume that Mukuro and the female lead wouldn’t get along well, or at the very least, the female lead’s presence could spell danger for Mukuro.

Seeing that she found the challenge to be fun rather than an annoyance was relieving, seeing as she was thrown into the world by sheer accident. She was taking this with stride and a good attitude, which Popo was grateful for.

“Ah… that Ken guy? Maybe there is something up with him, or it’s just that he’s a bit daft and insensitive.” Some people simply didn’t have a good sense for things and may say something insensitive. Mukuro was racking her head about some possible theories, and Popo thought to give her a word of advice, or rather, a reminder. “Maybe, you can find clues in past messages. Wonder how the host was notified about the murder.” Maybe there was an email to look at or maybe a family member had alerted the original host of the murder via a phone call or text.

Maybe there was nothing to be found, and that would be another piece of important information to log away. There was information that was given to Mukuro that were true and some of them were lies, and it was up to Mukuro to find the clues and piece through the inaccuracies to find the truth. Mukuro’s body was still on autopilot as it was working in idle mode, and Popo watched as co-workers were hard at work around her, not noticing the two astral bodies talking to each other. In astral form, Mukuro still had access to her phone, but it was only limited to what was on the phone when she started idle mode- which meant she couldn’t receive new messages, but going through old messages was fair game.

[theunknownmasks]

What strangely specific scent do you give off?

rain after the thunderstorm.

you are the calm one, the one who believes to their core that they have everything under control. the world continues on past you, and you're walking away from the things that trouble you, whenever you can. you take a sip of your warmest tea, and you go sit down on the edge of the porch with your best friend, and the world passes you both by as you talk about nothing and everything in the world. you bring people to you the way rain forces shelter, and how the ground soaks it up like the morning dew. you are welcoming the way clouds welcome vapor until they can't anymore, and it rains, and rains, and rains. when you finally can hold no more, will you be raining or thundering?

tagged: @immolatiism (blessed bean)

tagging: @sacredpyre, @fangsofdestruction, @infintasmal, @blossomingbellflower, @incandescentreinvention, @cursedfortune, and anyone who wants to nab!

[fightingthetides]

I was poking around but couldn't really see, besides the ones you have listed what other muses do you have over here?

[Unprompted ask] || @arealmunited

Hiyah! So, the actual muses on the roster are on the blog, but I assume you mean the secret request only/private muses. They aren't listed bc-- of various reasons including: i'm shy, little confidence, and Hibari would kill me if I actively advertised him.

The secret muses:

Hibari Kyouya (Brought over from the Bitingskylark blog). Open to anyone who requests. TYE, TYL, and 20 years old (as I HC he's older than the majority of the cast by 2 years)

Daemon Spade, brought in for my friend Kiki's Elena. I'm open to others wanting to interact with him though. (I beg prior to the betrayal lol)

Fon, but he's actually strictly for @vipermirage's Mammon. I brought him in just for Mammon. I have no real confidence in him and the less he can be perceived by others the better for my nerves.

Lambo Bovino- Anyone could request him. He's just my lil bean. I mostly write him at 9 years old, and I love TYE. If requested I can also do TYL.

Yamamoto Takeshi- The newest bean to my roster. I picked him up because Meluna was talking about wanting more Yamamoto's around and I said: BET I can do TYE, TYL, or 18 years old.

[I'm generally pretty open to picking up anyone if anyone talks me into it. So, if you're interested in me picking up someone they too can be added to this secret muse list kekw]

It's been long enough and I'm less scared of the fandom so... attached to this main blog is the side blog for Sesshomaru over at fangsofdestruction.

[hellishparadiseforthelost]

how do you need to be touched ?

fervently

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

Tagged by: @tenth-god

Tagging: @fangsofdestruction @queenharumiura & whoever else

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Once You're Stripped Clean, What's At Your Core?

Flightless Bird

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

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Tagged by: @wandofwillow

Tagging @blossomingbellflower @fangsofdestruction

[halfdemonasagi]

"So brave. So gallant. So pointless."- Fangsofdestruction, only one that kinda fit him. Idk he's probably watching humans foght or something and is being sassy again

"I never knew humans were like this. Until I actually ventured into the world, it's still all so strange to me. Living with the other children we had no idea what was going on outside Horai Island. I mean, we couldn't leave so." Asagi also watched what was going on before her. "So you know what. I agree with you. Brave, gallant and pointless. What happens in the end? Humans get hurt because of stupidity."

[lokes-graphics]

Finished header for @fangsofdestruction art was commissioned by them and is by [X]. Yes, permission was given to use this art.

[blossomingbellflower]

Kikyou could not help but smile, dark hues a molten brown as they gazed at him affectionately. She was not one to stare needlessly or at anyone for a particular length of time..but he was special.

Not to mention, things were different. Kikyou could permit herself to freely love and be loved without the burden of [much] duties and responsibilities like her former life.

Why couldn't she admire and love her beloved quietly? Was it such a crime?"

Her heart was full and the scars on her soul were healing. And it was thanks to her dearest..Sesshomaru.

@fangsofdestruction

[lured-into-wonderland]

She nodded. It was an apologetic nod, though.

“I am sorry if…my little assumption insulted you. Though I think that Set is often presented in the worse light than he truly was.” – she smiled – “After all he was the shield and the protector of the god of sun. The god that gave life. But I know that it's his conflict with Osiris that is a well known story…” – she sighed again – “And I am aware that assigning a meaning that it’s not there might feel…uncomfortable…” – was it a right word to use? - "Anyway I would feel so, if my name was discussed."

“He is.” – Nunnally agreed with Seth's assessment of the barista – “I think it’s easy to say he loves coffee. And so does his wife. And she’s a perfect baker. I cannot resist her treats, even though I don’t really have a sweet tooth.” – was she taking too much freedom to indulge herself in this conversation with him? Nunnally didn't want to impose herself on him, but she also did not feel like leaving.

Nunnally couldn't say she wasn't disappointed that Seth didn't acknowledge (properly) that her drawing was good. She was herself surprised how well she had depicted him. She liked drawing, but she was often criticized (by her teachers) for not paying enough attention for her technique. This little (and unintended sketch) had really busted her self-confidence. And that was odd in itself.

“So, do you have any other places here in the city that you like?” – she inquired curiously – “In terms of coffee.” – she explained further – “We seem to have a similar taste when it comes to it… I cannot imagine living without it.” – she laughed, though his irresponsiveness started to make her (a bit) uncomfortable. Especially when he took out his book to read.

“Am I disturbing you?” – she decided to ask directly; she was going to come back after grabbing another cup, but now she wasn't sure – “Buying me that drink out of nowhere suggested…or at least made me believe you’d like us to meet…or at least have a small conversation…”

“…but now I am not sure anymore…”

“…and I don’t like imposing myself on people…” – there. Probably it would be easier (or better) to simply leave, but this unexpected present made her curious enough to actually try to…learn something more about him.

Seth not Set, but it was still a rather rare name.

Seth was taken a bit aback by the comment, because as far as he knew, his name didn’t have such a meaning. He blinked a few times in confusion, but then he makes a small realization because of her mentioning of a God. While he did think highly of himself, he wasn’t so bold to consider himself a God, much less one of violence.

Having an affinity for canines like he did, he belatedly understood what she was referring to.

       ❝I was not named with the reference to an Egyptian God, no. The meaning of my name originates from Hebrew which means ‘anointed’ or ‘appointed’. Curious that you assumed my parents had named their son after a God of Violence in these peaceful times.❞

He takes a sip of his drink. Was he offended by her assumption? No, perhaps a bit curious about what made her think such a thing. Perhaps she assumed like many celebrities or rich entrepreneurs, that his parents took to giving him an unorthodox name to be ‘different’ from the general masses.

       ❝The barista here is quite talented, and the atmosphere here is peaceful, which is conducive to relaxation. I find myself visiting when I’ve the time.❞

Travelling to different parts of the world wasn’t foreign to him as a CEO. He often had to travel for business reasons, so finding a new café or otherwise was always the challenge. Sometimes, he’d simply have his secretary venture out in search of a place instead. Otherwise, he may attract too much attention from the masses. Seth was very well aware that his looks were enough to garner a lot of attention even if people didn’t know who he was initially.

The man was impressed by her ability to sketch his likeness from memory alone, but he was what one may call a ‘touch critic’ and receiving a compliment from him was rare. Simply not receiving a word of critique spoke volumes. When she gets up saying that she’d need another cup, he simply nods his head and brings out his book to read. He assumed that was her way of subtly saying that she was done with the conversation as he wasn’t much of a talker. He wouldn’t stop her from coming back with a new cup of coffee if she wanted to continue conversation, however.  

[mcmcntomorii-later]

2023 Vday (Sesshomaru)

Thanks for sending in a request for a response drabble! Feel free to do with this as you like (ie reply, post, hoard, treat as standalone, canonize it, etc) and enjoy!

fangsofdestruction​:

Sesshomaru did not usually leave the Demon Mansion and walk out among the masses, but he did find it necessary to do so on rare occasions. Usually, it was other Demons more adept with disguises who would pretend to be a regular human, hiding in their midst.

Sometimes, the former Lord of the Western lands would roam the streets in search of wayward Demons to ensure that they did not commit any foul play which would attract the unwanted attention of humans.

In the process of doing so, he’d crossed paths with Mukuro who was coincidentally on her way to visit. Mentioning something about Valentine’s day, he glances at the gifts she prepared for him.

Homemade chocolates and a suit. The suit was an unexpected gift, as he was aware of the traditions of Valentine’s day. Women normally gave chocolates to acquaintances, friends, or lovers. He hadn’t heard of gifting clothes as being a part of the tradition.

Out in the public eye as they were, it would be rude of him to reject her gift. He accepts them with a word of gratitude.

After exchanging a few words of pleasantries, she had left to do whatever it was that she had business doing.

Though a dog he may be, he was able to consume chocolates, though preferably not in large amounts. The suit, he wouldn’t know if it would fit him, but he could try it on at a later date. If it were to fit him though, he’d be quite curious to know how she’d gotten his size.

A mystery to ponder at a later date, no doubt.

He didn’t necessarily need to buy clothing himself considering he would always have special clothing tailored to him made out of special materials. One could say he was never wanting of any new clothing considering the clothing he ‘wore’ was simply a part of him. His humanoid form was simply that of a re imagination of his true-self into that of a human’s likeness.

His clothes were a part of his true body, like how his mokomoko was the amalgamation of all his power and fur condensed into a mass of fur. The illusion magic cast upon him meant his ‘outfits’ were limitless.

Still, her good-will wasn’t lost on him. It was a curious piece of human craftsmanship. He could tell that the suit was well-made, and by human standards, of nice quality. Perhaps one day he will put the gifted suit to use as to not allow it to simply collect dust.

Over the course of them becoming acquainted, they got along well enough. He wouldn’t quite say that they were ‘friends,’ as this Kumicho didn’t ‘make friends,’ but the company was enjoyable enough to be considered something similar.

She hadn’t spoken a word about her true intentions behind her gifts, but he took them as platonic, and he appreciated the sentiment all the same.

The occasional regards were important to the upkeep of relations, and for Demons, keeping on contact with each other (regardless of how seldom it may be) was integral to social quo.

With a snap of his fingers, a gust of wind breezes past and takes the suit from him to place it in his room. The chocolates, however, stayed with him. A treat while patrolling the city wouldn’t harm anyone.

They were tasty.

“I suppose this goes to show she appreciates being alive.” That’s to say, she appreciates being given the chance to live though by all means, their first encounter could’ve been their last.

In simpler terms, Giri-choco. Acceptable.