[Don't generalize the demon. She's Your Friend Maya. Yes, you know better than to accept a gift from a demon. Gifts from demons are rarely gifts. But this is Maya.
.....But this is Maya.
Which means... even if she's trying to get you to sell your soul, it's not like she'd do anything terrible with it, right? There's worse demons to sell your soul to--]
[Her hands sweep forward, closing something around his wrist— one of the three bracelets she'd made just a little earlier with Merlin. A herringbone pattern with oblong pearls woven every inch or so, with a tail to tie and adjust it, crafted under the watchful eye of someone who thinks very highly of Adrian, Hanna, and, well, himself— truly like a ritual, like magic, though a bit childish magic.
It's fine. It wasn't a part of Maya's childhood, so it gets to be a part of her now.
She busily sets to knotting the bracelet in a way that the knot will slide should he need to take it off, considering the... sticky situations a kelpie could get in.]
I figured, why let Adrian be the only one who gets to do a whole fun friendship contract, huh?
[Well he Was going to say something sweet and sentimental, but all that comes out is a rather undignified yelp as he scrambles to grab her arms and stop her from tickling him.]
H-hey! Whoa-- [Ack! Yipe! Eep!] Th-that's not fair!!
[Hhhh-- She's going to be his undoing whether he likes it or not, isn't she?]
Uh... [There's a reason they call it "devilish." This is exactly why. Even if she wasn't red with those cuteool-ass horns, she'd embody the word right about now.]
Wh-- No, no. That's not fair, you can't use your demonly wiles on me~!
[And yet he doesn't appear to be doing much to stop her except holding her wrists. Which is almost like holding her hands, if you think about it--]
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I dunno! Hmm... [Tapping his chin thoughtfully as he leans back against the door.]
Weeee... could go somewhere fun, maybe?
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[Maya makes herself comfortable, kneel-sitting at the end of Hanna's bed, hands still clutched around something.]
I kind of had something bit more immediate-gratification-style in mind, though.
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[Wow his mouth is suddenly so dry.
Why is she doing that? Why does it look more sinister than usual? But like, in a sexy way? Is it because she's a demon?
No, no, Hanna, you can't generalize all demons, that's not fair-- Stop being weird about it, it's Just Maya.]
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Whaaaat would that be...?
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[It's Just Maya. She's not that threatening, right? She was a perfectly nice demon last time, right??
He would know what he was getting into if he was getting into anything, right???]
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.....But this is Maya.
Which means... even if she's trying to get you to sell your soul, it's not like she'd do anything terrible with it, right? There's worse demons to sell your soul to--]
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Well, alright. Whatcha got?
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It's fine. It wasn't a part of Maya's childhood, so it gets to be a part of her now.
She busily sets to knotting the bracelet in a way that the knot will slide should he need to take it off, considering the... sticky situations a kelpie could get in.]
I figured, why let Adrian be the only one who gets to do a whole fun friendship contract, huh?
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Maya-- [Once she has it secured, he hugs his wrist to his chest defensively.]
It's never coming off.
[Has anyone ever been this jazzed about a contract with a demon?]
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[She
threatensteases, nearly clapping her hands together again— but instead settling on balling her hands up into excited fists.]If I ever catch you without it, I'll cry until you put it back on!
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The Fog Herself couldn't make me make you cry on purpose. It won't go anywhere.
[He would rather die really. But to keep her from thinking about the implications of that too much, he's gonna move right along to teasing--]
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[She leans forward to wiggle her fingers threateningly at his middle.]
I knew you weren't going anywhere from the start!
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He's so struck by the response that he doesn't even notice her readying for attack. He's vulnerable; blinded by the stars in his eyes.]
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H-hey! Whoa-- [Ack! Yipe! Eep!] Th-that's not fair!!
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Demons don't play fair!
[and fights his grip, aiming to continue tickling him.]
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[Yelp!]
Don't make me get the beans!
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You think that would work?
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[Hhhh wow she's handsy today isn't she. And already a step ahead of him, too-- he would have tried to slink away if she wasn't clinging to his shirt.]
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[those puppydog eyes of hers would work a lot better if it wasnt obvious how amused she is...]
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He wishes.]
If that's what it takes to survive! I can't just let a pesky little demon be my undoing, no matter how cute she is. I've come too far!
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[Ah, that devilish grin perseveres. There's nothing innocent about it! She wiggles her fingers threateningly again.]
Not even a little undoing?
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Uh... [There's a reason they call it "devilish." This is exactly why. Even if she wasn't red with those c
uteool-ass horns, she'd embody the word right about now.]Wh-- No, no. That's not fair, you can't use your demonly wiles on me~!
[And yet he doesn't appear to be doing much to stop her except holding her wrists. Which is almost like holding her hands, if you think about it--]
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