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Damao had a problem of forgetting to knock.
“Hey Ira, do you have my—“
He swung the vamp’s door open without much care, quickly eyeing the dark room in search of suspected thief.
He wasn’t shocked to immediately spot Ira at his computer desk, sloppily sitting in the gaming chair with a nasty hunch and a fluffy blanket draped across his shoulders.
He was shocked to see a pacifier in Ira’s mouth. A simple black color that almost blended in with the shadows.
“Uh… is this … for one of your streams?” Damao hesitated to ask. He questioned if he wanted to actually know more than he questioned this.
And Ira was always doing something crazy for his streams. More often than not, it was yelling loudly. Ira did that when playing games regardless of wherher he was streaming or not, though.
An emotionless stare. Beady eyes like one of those freaky stuffed animals. Speaking of stuffed animals, as Damao’s eyes adjusted to the low-light levels, he could make out a fluffy figure being cuddled in Ira’s arms.
Hands squeezed as the plush instead of a response.
“Ira? You good?” Damao almost took a step into the room, worried. He wasn’t really one for reconsidering actions.
“It looks like Ira is regressed. You should leave him alone for now.” Lynn said, appearing from no where and working like a notification.
Damao yelped— you’d assume a halo would make a humming sound or whatever, but Nope. Silence. That man only made a noise when he wanted to.
Damao quickly recollected himself, brushing himself off and trying to act nonchalant. He coughed for further convincing of his Chillness, eyeing Ira.
Who still stared with those eyes. Still clutching that purple cat plushie.
Behind Damao, Lynn flicked his large angel wings.
Ira’s eyes got beadier at that, tiny bat wings (that Ira usually tried to hide or tuck) fluttering out in a sense of wing-based relation.
“Guh. Okay…? Whatever that means.” Damao said, dropping one last ‘one raised brow & jutted chin’ look to Ira before closing the door. He turned around, Lynn now mysteriously gone.
Damao’ll ask for his hat back later.