Unhealthy obsession is what this is, but in Outis's world, it's simply called adoration and devotion.
ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿:
•ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ
•ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɢɪꜰꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴄ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ.
•ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ! ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴛ...
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│Oᴜᴛɪꜱ Wʜɪᴛʟᴏᴄᴋᴾᴼⱽ│
ONCE we have reached the room the boisterous voices squabbling in their chairs fell silent when Lucifer entered.
The blonde, who practically vibrated in place and appeared to be seconds away from snapping, looked on the verge of lunging across the table and attacking his sibling.
I observed how they all ate at together, which I'm sure they merely did on a whim and stuck with it. I can't picture a scenario of them discussing eating plans when they have the Avatar of Gluttony.
I approached the chair Lucifer was waiting beside, swiftly pulling it out for him to sit on, to which he continued his discussion with the others.
The feel of the shape of my bones in my fingers was deemed worthier of my attention than Lucifer's brothers, who were casting bewildered stares as to why I was just standing when there were empty chairs. It was simply because none of the empty chairs were besides Lucifer and that I had easy access to perform anything he required of me with this position.
"No! I mean- it's too late! They've probably already sold it at the auction house!"
The auction house?
I paused my hands that were straightening Lucifer's hair when I heard the name of the place I had been at, coincidence? Then again, there are more than one action house in the Devildom, however the one I had gone to was the nearest to here, so it had to be that one. With the state I had left it in, how it was coated in blood and walls that had crumbled, the items were undeniably destroyed.
The blonde-headed male seemed to be about to let out his rage on the table with how hard his hands clenched it, which is supposedly not a good thing.
Haa
"I apologise for interrupting your conversation, but is this what you're looking for?"
The act of butting into a conversation is rather rude, but I would rather not have my return night ruined over such trivial things.
When his eyes caught sight of the book I had been hiding in my Dimensional storage bag, the ill-mannered male stopped his hand from wrapping around his brother's tanned-skin throat and whiplashed his head in my direction. To them, it would appear as though I drew it from behind my back.
