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"Assimilate?.."
"..yes. Prince Asch—"
You watch as the short girl snorts before bursting out into blunt laughter as the serious looking Daemos blink at her in disbelief.
"She mocks us?.." The former-assasin utters more on confusion than disbelief.
"No- No, No!..it's just that- You said ass—"
"Asch, Perhaps you could explain."
The mentioned Prince sighs with a roll of his eyes, crouching down to the smaller girl's eye level as he narrows his eyes.
"Teach us your human ways. Now." He spoke, not leaving any room for arguments.
"Asking like that isn't going to—" The smarter of the bunch tries to interject before he was interrupted.
"If..i do that, would you guys leave?.."
"Faster than you can imagine."
This was their plan? It's stupid and surprisingly the other girl hasn't caught up yet.
You think to yourself as you pour yourself a cup of black coffee, to which catches a certain former-assasin's attention as he catches the strong scent from the kitchen island and glances at you to the mug in your hand.
Your attention was driven from the conversation to the white-haired Daemos beside you, you blink, you could've sworn he was just by the couch. Did he teleport or something?
"What potion is that?"
"Coffee."
"What's it do?"
You stare, long and hard to which he meets with uncharacteristic seriousness. So he wasn't joking.
"How 'bout you try and see?"
He takes a moment to consider it before scoffing as he leans against the counter beside your figure with his arms crossed. A smirk showing off his sharp teeth.
"Nice try, that potion's black as the abyss, how am I to assume that's not poisoned?"
You hum as you take a sip of your hot coffee, making the man blink in anticipation, as if waiting for you to keel over and die.
But you didn't as you glance over at the girl who seems to have come to an agreement with the other men as she turns to meet your gaze.
"Y/Nnn, can you fix me a cup of coffee too?" She cooes with those puppy eyes of hers, making you sigh as you turn to reach into the cupboards to grab another mug.
Meanwhile the white-haired Daemos looks at you intently. Examining any visible after effects from the 'potion.'
"What're you doing?" An orange-horned Daemos approaches the said former-assasin as he follows the other man's gaze.
