Snippet #1500447

Wūyā glanced up at Kage enticingly, liking the feel of his hand gliding over his arms. His expression on his face was brought to a immediate scowl as the Soul Reaper held a rose to him. If it was possible, he would make the red rose turn black and shriveled by looking at it. Being the cruel kid he was, he slapped the throned plant away from him, the thorns cutting his fingers lightly. It left red marks over his hand, but it did not hurt, it actually felt sort of pleasant. How masochistic he could be.

His eyebrow started to twitch when another Soul Reaper popped in, making him start to form a headache again. He was tired of all these unwanted visitors coming in without his permission. He smirk when the other man started to talk down at the female, but it quickly went away as he caught the glimpse of a thorned tail.

How much he loved Kage's true form, it was as beautiful as his human form just with some added features. He found himself licking his own lips suddenly, hoping none of the others saw him do that. Not wanting things to get messy, there were gonna have a picnic not a blood bath, he went passed his demon in-between him and the Soul Reaper. "I want no blood, Kage." He turned his head to the other. "And I would gladly let you accompany your friend to the party, but seeing as you aren't very fond of my butler, I ask for you nicely to leave."