( He's certainly aware of the humming from K — soft and quiet, like echoes of thought. Humming is familiar to him, and something of a comfort; Luna often hums to herself, or she used to. Not so much these days.
He likes when K does it, head tilted bird-like towards the android, never interrupting, only listening for those soft sounds, snippets of melody. Parts of them might be recognisable to the demon from long periods of silence listening to Peter listen to things, but he couldn't name any of the songs, couldn't pinpoint them.
He stands there quiet and willing, and as soon as the next instruction is given, turns to head that way — almost robotic, as though his movements are focused only on the one task, and every single thing besides that is forgotten. He finds two plates, two bowls, and he carries them back to the table where he carefully sets them out. He's done this many times with Luna — "made the table"; he knows how. It's done slow and meticulous, the demon shifting both bowls until they're aligned perfectly in the same positions, the same inches back from the edge of the table. Precise and neat. Two sets of cutlery are displayed just as carefully next to the arrangements.
With that task done, he returns faithfully to K's side, like a shadow rejoining its body. )
I have set the table, ( he informs in his soft monotone. His eyes move slowly to look back at his work, staring there in gesture; K might have a different way of wanting it done than how he usually helps Luna. The demon will check— )
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He likes when K does it, head tilted bird-like towards the android, never interrupting, only listening for those soft sounds, snippets of melody. Parts of them might be recognisable to the demon from long periods of silence listening to Peter listen to things, but he couldn't name any of the songs, couldn't pinpoint them.
He stands there quiet and willing, and as soon as the next instruction is given, turns to head that way — almost robotic, as though his movements are focused only on the one task, and every single thing besides that is forgotten. He finds two plates, two bowls, and he carries them back to the table where he carefully sets them out. He's done this many times with Luna — "made the table"; he knows how. It's done slow and meticulous, the demon shifting both bowls until they're aligned perfectly in the same positions, the same inches back from the edge of the table. Precise and neat. Two sets of cutlery are displayed just as carefully next to the arrangements.
With that task done, he returns faithfully to K's side, like a shadow rejoining its body. )
I have set the table, ( he informs in his soft monotone. His eyes move slowly to look back at his work, staring there in gesture; K might have a different way of wanting it done than how he usually helps Luna. The demon will check— )
Is it pleasing? I will redo it if it is not.