[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--]
[Unfortunately for Hanna, his behavior is only feeding her. It's always easy to tease him anyway— he plays along, he doesn't get mad at her, he knows the joke— he gets it! So it's easy to give in to that part of her brain that goads her into giving him hell, easy to lean her chin against his chest and look up at him with those dark-yet-glowing eyes and that grin, like she's giving him a terrible hug, and tease;]
[At this point he's not entirely sure if it's the demonic influence or if it's Just Maya, but whatever it is... yeah. Yeah, it's working.
There is an audible gulp as he straightens up, peering down his nose at her as she presses against him. It's hard to deny those eyes, that smile... how got damn warm she is, right now. She wants him to give in so badly, how can he say "no"?
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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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Aw, come on, but it's working, right?
Giveingiveingivein. Let me winnnn!
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There is an audible gulp as he straightens up, peering down his nose at her as she presses against him. It's hard to deny those eyes, that smile... how got damn warm she is, right now. She wants him to give in so badly, how can he say "no"?
His grip loosens.
He's doomed.]
W-wait-- wh-what am I giving in to, again...?
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...I kind of thought you remembered.
[Because. she's already lost the train of it, with her new priority of trying to tickle him.]
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You don't?
[Reaches up to tap his chin. Man his short term memory is shot.]
Uhhh...
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Wait, I remember—
[— is the only warning he gets before she resumes wiggling her fingers up his sides.]
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[Yelping and trying to push her hands away again.]
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[Too bad!!! she's got a hold of him now, he can't get away—]