( Usually he'd probably be able to sense Ange approaching him — aware of it on some level, as attuned to her energy as he is. But the demon's so focused on what he's doing that he doesn't notice a single thing, not until the young witch is standing beside him and speaks. He looks up, wide-eyed and immediately excited to see her, his own spirit thrumming with a flare of static. )
Golden Witch. ( Paimon's broken out of his fixated spell, looking down to the little creatures he's been so meticulously placing alongside the edge of the house for a moment. ) Yes. I brought... many. Nice things.
( He's proud of them and coaxed by that warm tone she uses, reaching for one that hasn't been set in place yet, holding it up for her to examine if she likes. It's a gesture of trust; he wouldn't hand his projects to just anyone. )
They will watch over your new home. With their eyes. Many eyes.
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Golden Witch. ( Paimon's broken out of his fixated spell, looking down to the little creatures he's been so meticulously placing alongside the edge of the house for a moment. ) Yes. I brought... many. Nice things.
( He's proud of them and coaxed by that warm tone she uses, reaching for one that hasn't been set in place yet, holding it up for her to examine if she likes. It's a gesture of trust; he wouldn't hand his projects to just anyone. )
They will watch over your new home. With their eyes. Many eyes.