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You were staring.
Mammon tried desperately to ignore it, but he was beginning to feel self-conscious. He sunk deeper into the couch and clutched Levi’s stupid pillow (what’d he call it - Azuki-tan or something?) tighter in the crook of his arm, continuing to scroll through Devilgram.
His eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to focus due to your apparent fixation.
“Whaddya want, human? Can’t get enough of your fill of The Great Mammon, huh?” He cast his eyes over to you, trying to appear nonchalant.
And then you clacked your teeth at him.
...What?
He stared blankly at you but you simply continued to clack your teeth.
Had one of his brothers broken you?
Finally, you laughed. Normally that would fill him with joy and he’d be pleased that he could bring you happiness. But this was just confusing.
As if trying to help him figure out some weird code, you raised your index fingers up by your mouth and bent them in time with more clacking.
“Did someone curse you or what? You’re acting absolutely crazy.”
That only appeared to make you laugh more than anything else. Finally, you spoke, “I like your little fangs.” Mammon spluttered at that, heat rising to his face, “They ain’t little! I’m a dangerous and ferocious demon y’know!” More laughter, but this time he couldn’t quite tell whether it was at him or with him...but he didn’t really mind either way.
“You’re the scariest of demons, oh Great Mammon, with those massive ferocious kitten fangs of yours.”
“That’s right- OI! They AIN’T kitten fangs! These are the fangs of a great and powerful demon!”
“Prove it.” Your cocky tone raised a playful growl out of him, “Oh, I’ll show ya alright.”
In no time the two of you were tearing down the halls of the House of Lamentation, screeching and hollering like a pack of wild animals. Whatever part of you thought that you could outrun the fastest of the seven brothers was foolish - but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t fun.
Well, until Lucifer caught you anyway.