( He's been silently watching (read: stalking) Ruby for as long as he's able to. Though his memory is convoluted and strange, Paimon remembers the importance of her — the girl whose origins he's still not certain of. She's not quite a witch, or a magician... but it's clear that magic has touched her. He'd known that ever since he'd first locked gaze with her own silver pair, back when she had both of her eyes.
God is the word he's always associated with Ruby. God, goddess, some Higher Thing... And now that he's in this strange, beast-like state, he's drawn to watch her from the ceiling. He'd stay there all day if she never noticed him.
Unfortunately, she does, and that shriek she gives is abrasive against his own sensitive energy. Much less when she throws her cloak up at him, where it catches him off-guard and hits him right in the face.
It almost knocks him off the ceiling, but Paimon manages to keep himself up there and lashes one arm out to quickly catch the cloak instead. ....The end of which is stuffed into his mouth as he scuttles quickly to the opposite corner of the ceiling, trying to evade being hit by anything else she sends up.
....And he's not giving this cloak back any time soon, shaking his head down at her and growling loudly around the folds of the material that's stuffed into his mouth. This belongs to him now.)
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God is the word he's always associated with Ruby. God, goddess, some Higher Thing... And now that he's in this strange, beast-like state, he's drawn to watch her from the ceiling. He'd stay there all day if she never noticed him.
Unfortunately, she does, and that shriek she gives is abrasive against his own sensitive energy. Much less when she throws her cloak up at him, where it catches him off-guard and hits him right in the face.
It almost knocks him off the ceiling, but Paimon manages to keep himself up there and lashes one arm out to quickly catch the cloak instead. ....The end of which is stuffed into his mouth as he scuttles quickly to the opposite corner of the ceiling, trying to evade being hit by anything else she sends up.
....And he's not giving this cloak back any time soon, shaking his head down at her and growling loudly around the folds of the material that's stuffed into his mouth. This belongs to him now. )