[It seems that the things Natsume has learned about spirits and demons of his own world hold true to demons from others -- while cunning and powerful and dangerous, they can also be quite childish in many ways, or at the very least easily distracted by simple tasks. Carrying groceries is similar to pouring out a cup of beans and having them count it -- impossible to resist.
The answer gets a thoughtful hum, and Natsume does a very good job of hiding his alarm. Hell as a concept is...tricky, in his world. There's the spirit world, of course, and then the human world, and the places in-between. Perhaps it's different where Westie is from.]
You do not remember it? [It's repeated in a bit of a surprised tone. Perhaps other exorcists or summoners had taken things from this particular demon, taken bits of his memory and essence. That is something Natsume knows a lot about. After his grandmother had taken the names of various youkai, their memories would be left spotty and fragmented. The thought of it fills him with guilt, and he softens a bit towards the strange, lanky demon.] I'm glad you have a home here, though. Ah, and a room.
I do, yes. [A tiny tiny one. A studio apartment that's basically a dorm room. It's...sufficient. Natsume is no housekeeper, and he barely knows enough about cooking and maintaining a living space to get by, but it's fine. He's fine.]
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The answer gets a thoughtful hum, and Natsume does a very good job of hiding his alarm. Hell as a concept is...tricky, in his world. There's the spirit world, of course, and then the human world, and the places in-between. Perhaps it's different where Westie is from.]
You do not remember it? [It's repeated in a bit of a surprised tone. Perhaps other exorcists or summoners had taken things from this particular demon, taken bits of his memory and essence. That is something Natsume knows a lot about. After his grandmother had taken the names of various youkai, their memories would be left spotty and fragmented. The thought of it fills him with guilt, and he softens a bit towards the strange, lanky demon.] I'm glad you have a home here, though. Ah, and a room.
I do, yes. [A tiny tiny one. A studio apartment that's basically a dorm room. It's...sufficient. Natsume is no housekeeper, and he barely knows enough about cooking and maintaining a living space to get by, but it's fine. He's fine.]