[ She looks shocked for a moment. In some cases, she still introduced herself as such, but in reality, she hasn't been a judicial assistant in months. Then she looks rather nostalgic as she forces a very light laugh.
She does miss the courtroom. ]
I would need evidence for that, and I'm afraid my feelings don't count. All I can say is that your friend leaving is but one version of events. Even if the tapir agree... Even if there are a thousand more who say the same, it could be the 1001st that is different.
Maybe you will be the first to remember this place, and all the bonds you've made. Maybe you don't think you deserve to remember, or... perhaps it would just be easier for you if you didn't.
[ Is she waiting for him to decide that for himself? Perhaps. In the meantime, she's had quite enough of the serious philosophical talk, and she is definitely eying his ears again as they twitch.
This time she finally reaches up to try to touch them, or at least just one. It looks like she's pointing at it as she draws closer with her hand to poke it. ]
[He's so distracted by his own thoughts chasing their tails that he's not paying attention to what she's doing. A gross mistake in Hell that could've gotten him erased.]
[Here? Well, he's about to get rather embarrassed.]
[Susato manages to succeed at touching his ears, causing him to momentarily freeze like...well...a deer in headlights. She'll find that his ears are sinfully soft, her finger brushing the base of one ear due to the height difference.]
[All rational thought promptly empties out of his head as pleasure rolls down and back up his spine. His eyes drift closed as every muscle begins to relax, him subconsciously leaning his head forward to give her better access. His ambient static hums softly with pleasure. He's visibly melting at her touch.]
[ She's hesitant at first, so it's lucky, perhaps, that he hadn't been paying attention. It's hard to stop once started, feeling the soft fur that seems fluffy like a cloud, and she'll definitely take it as an invitation, given that he's only making it easier.
Hell's Radio Demon and murderer, everyone. ]
They twitch when you are in deep thought. [ Did he know that? ]
[His voice is drowsy as he answers.] Among other things.
[Honestly, every muscle in his body is relaxing. At this rate, she's going to find him draped all over her, assuming he couldn't just go boneless and drop his head into her lap. He hasn't relaxed like this in...well...it must've been a few decades. Letting someone get close enough to scratch his ears already put him in a highly-vulnerable position.]
[Susato more or less had the most dangerous Sinner in Hell at her mercy right now.]
. . . Oh! [ Alastor probably doesn't notice the way he tips over into her. Susato reflexively takes a step back, but in the end, she can't just let him fall. She stops playing with his ears, but only to free up her arms so that she can catch him. ]
That was close. Are you part cat demon, perhaps?
[ Yes, she is teasing the most dangerous Sinner in Hell. ]
[The end of the ear scratches allows his brain to start coming up from the relaxed soup it had dissolved into. He blinks in confusion before straightening up and giving his head a shake.]
No, I'm afraid that's dear Husker, not me! Ha ha!
Terribly sorry, my dear! That was rather unbecoming of a gentleman!
[ Cute is what it was, but maybe she'd rather not admit it so soon after learning his terrible secret. Lips twitch as her hand lowers, taking in every detail so that she might have a way to imprint it onto paper later. ]
A friend of mine back in Hell! His personality is a bit of an acquired taste but he's loads of fun to be around! Much more of a gambling man than I and he can drink liquor like it was water!
Ha! I do believe that's the nicest way anyone's ever described my personality!
[He folds his hands behind his back.]
I do like to believe I have some measure of self-control, my dear. Or at least can channel my darker impulses into something you and our neighbors find more acceptable.
[ Before even Yujin, probably. He'd humored her for a while. Poor playing is cute when you're like, ten. Not so much when you're seventeen, and there's a reason it was no more than a decoration in her room nowadays, back home. ]
[ She also gives a bow, more lavishly than is normally her style, with an active twirl of her wrist. She's done it once or twice before, and it's starting to stick, especially since Sholmes has been living with them, but she doesn't really think about it.
Alastor's given her enough to think about, long past the festival.
They will part ways after saying their goodbyes. Time to start looking for Kazuma again. ]
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[He turns to grin at her.]
So, Miss Judicial Assistant, present your argument!
[He's trying to cover his real emotions back up. Such moments of weakness are pathetic. Unbecoming a demon such as himself.]
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She does miss the courtroom. ]
I would need evidence for that, and I'm afraid my feelings don't count. All I can say is that your friend leaving is but one version of events. Even if the tapir agree... Even if there are a thousand more who say the same, it could be the 1001st that is different.
Maybe you will be the first to remember this place, and all the bonds you've made. Maybe you don't think you deserve to remember, or... perhaps it would just be easier for you if you didn't.
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[Regardless, his ear flicks with uncertainty.]
I'm not sure if remembering would be better or worse.
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[ Is she waiting for him to decide that for himself? Perhaps. In the meantime, she's had quite enough of the serious philosophical talk, and she is definitely eying his ears again as they twitch.
This time she finally reaches up to try to touch them, or at least just one. It looks like she's pointing at it as she draws closer with her hand to poke it. ]
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[Here? Well, he's about to get rather embarrassed.]
[Susato manages to succeed at touching his ears, causing him to momentarily freeze like...well...a deer in headlights. She'll find that his ears are sinfully soft, her finger brushing the base of one ear due to the height difference.]
[All rational thought promptly empties out of his head as pleasure rolls down and back up his spine. His eyes drift closed as every muscle begins to relax, him subconsciously leaning his head forward to give her better access. His ambient static hums softly with pleasure. He's visibly melting at her touch.]
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Hell's Radio Demon and murderer, everyone. ]
They twitch when you are in deep thought. [ Did he know that? ]
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[Honestly, every muscle in his body is relaxing. At this rate, she's going to find him draped all over her, assuming he couldn't just go boneless and drop his head into her lap. He hasn't relaxed like this in...well...it must've been a few decades. Letting someone get close enough to scratch his ears already put him in a highly-vulnerable position.]
[Susato more or less had the most dangerous Sinner in Hell at her mercy right now.]
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That was close. Are you part cat demon, perhaps?
[ Yes, she is teasing the most dangerous Sinner in Hell. ]
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No, I'm afraid that's dear Husker, not me! Ha ha!
Terribly sorry, my dear! That was rather unbecoming of a gentleman!
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Who's Husker?
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[Y'know. Top BFF material.]
Ah, we've had so many good times together!
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You're a bit of an acquired taste yourself.
[ ...And, fun to be around. Maybe. Speaking in her best "food critic" voice: ]
I suppose it's not bad... For a former murderous Hell demon. [ Maybe that emphasis is just to make her feel better. ]
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[He folds his hands behind his back.]
I do like to believe I have some measure of self-control, my dear. Or at least can channel my darker impulses into something you and our neighbors find more acceptable.
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Creative ventures, like your "radio" show, or learning an instrument. I remember.
I still have to find myself a koto one of these days, don't I? [ He did mention that... ]
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And if you've the time to indulge me, I'd appreciate hearing you play.
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[ Before even Yujin, probably. He'd humored her for a while. Poor playing is cute when you're like, ten. Not so much when you're seventeen, and there's a reason it was no more than a decoration in her room nowadays, back home. ]
Until then, I hope you enjoy the festival.
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[And going to give a bow. The only polite thing to do!]
Thank you again for the dance and the...intriguing...discussion!
🎀
Alastor's given her enough to think about, long past the festival.
They will part ways after saying their goodbyes. Time to start looking for Kazuma again. ]