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“Mammon, do I have bad breath?” Mc asks the white-haired demon as he sits across from him on his d.d.d.
It was just an innocent question really, out of genuine curiosity. Mammon had happily complied, until suddenly he turned away and ran out of the room, covering his face. Leaving a poor confused Mc.
What puzzled Mc even more is that Mammon was now asking him if he had bad breath, but every time he had similar reactions. He was going to ask Mamon what the hell his deal was, but he was hard to track down. So instead, Mc went to their social cue expert, Asmo. In the end Asmo had to spell it out for Mc.
smelling breath = closed proximity = close proximity to lips = flustered Mammon
Mc's eyes widened with surprise. Puzzle pieces falling into place. It was soon replaced with a cheeky grin. To which Asmo's curiosity was spiked.
"What are you thinking, you silly little human~"
"You'll see," he said with a wink.
It was now the next day, classes had just ended and Mammon and Mc were following their daily routine of walking home together. It didn't take long for Mammon to ask his infamous question.
"Ey, human, how does my breath smell? bad?"
"Let me see." Mc pulled him down by his collar and inhaled deeply before placing a quick peck on his lips. Mammon's first reaction was to pull away, run and hide. His second was to grab Mc's cheeks and kiss him again.
"Hm, only after further inspection can I answer your question," Mc said with a big grin on his face.
"Oi! Well, we better do that again then, ey?"