Nortufe Letter ✧ cheolsoo

(10) Pre: tentious

"Oh no, is she okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry, she's breathing." Soonyoung drops his hand and looks up at Joshua. The female demon, who was being whipped no longer than minutes ago, was hidden from everyone behind some building, courtesy of Joshua. "You think you can help her?"

"I'm a fortune teller, not a medic."

"Fine. Was just asking."

"He..." she suddenly speaks up, but her voice is low and quiet, "he did... 'nuff. Is fine."

"You mean, this guy?" Seungcheol points at Joshua and she nods once. He frowns at this. "That explains why he's acting smug."

"Coups, just let it go."

"Fine."

Seungcheol inspects her bruises with a frown. "I don't think this hurts. It's not as worse as fixing unfixable mugs everyday."

"Coups, just shut the fuck up."

"Capital Two has a medic. They're prideful for that." Seungcheol gently takes the demon sinner by the arms. "They want to be good at everything."

"Isn't that in Five? In Greed?"

"Oh, gosh, I thought you were to say Greece!"

"Joushak, you're not needed in this conversation." Seungcheol glares at him. Then looks back at Soonyoung. "Let's forget about the whole eating thing — I think there's none left, anyway — and use our Jargons for transportation."

"Jargons circulate and benefit no one," Soonyoung mutters under his breath.

"What are you talking about?"

Seungcheol stands up and pushes Joshua, allowing the latter to stumble slightly and miss his balance. The demon guard smiles at that for a second. "You killed me, you left me, so now, this is your fault."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Sorry," Joshua says, void of sincerity yet done conversationally.

It concerns him that the fortune teller doesn't react negatively in the slightest. He decides to drop it. There are far more important things to think about right now. He suddenly steps on something and there's a yelp. Turns out it's Soonyoung's foot.

"Ho, shit, sorry!"

Joshua shakes his head and Seungcheol feels pathetic.

"It's fine!"

Seungcheol gives Soonyoung a sheepish expression and when he looks at Joshua again, the latter has no expression except for a raised brow.

"You're a smug mustard, you know that?"

"Mustard..?"

"So now you're mocking me. Listen, Josajs, this — I know this place like it's the back of my hand. I lived here long enough."

"Yeah, but you were unconscious for a month, what do you know about current events?"

"You—!"

They hear a soft groan. "...Do you think he forgot?"

All heads turn to where the voice came from -- it was from the female demon sinner. She slowly sits up, while her horns hit a few things here and there. Seungcheol almost offers help. Almost. But he didn't want to be like her, like them, who are mocked for offering help.