Snippet #1611492

Ayia watched the interaction between the two he shared the kitchen with, a smirk playing across his face. The altercation amused him, most interactions between people did, whether they be good or bad, with love or hate. Their personalities, their morals, their belief system, everything clashed or complimented, and each individual handled it separately. He found such things amusing. He cast an smile at the young woman, having no ill will himself against her before turning to Foe. He said and waved his hand about idly. You could call me a demon, if you so wish. It would depend on your definition,” he explained, but waited to go into further detail. A laugh broke from his lips at the reminder of how little people knew of the different races of the world. “I say they have no idea what they are talking about,” he answered, moving up to sit beside the rebel angel. “I am called demonic, or a demon, because I frighten those who populate this world. They think that I would crush them if given the chance, which I very well could do. But honestly, I have no desire for such a thing. So, I take this gorgeous guise and mingle, finding amusement where I can. When I grow bored, I move on,” he explained with a shrug.

Gaius' attention turned and followed the monkey as it came into the room, letting out a loud bark and moving to the counter, standing on his hind legs in an attempt to grab hold of the furry beast. “Down, Gaius!” Ayia gave a brief shout, pushing against the large animal until he was once more on the floor, staring intently at the monkey perched on Foe's shoulder. He waited patiently, eager for an opportunity to play with the creature, even if he was more likely than not to accidentally kill her. “I am sorry about that, I hope he didn't frighten your friend there,” the water demon said honestly, wanting to pet the creature, but knowing well enough the repercussions of assuming an animal was tame. His own dog was not considered a wild creature, but was wary of any who approached him. He deemed who could come close to him, and even when listening to Ayia, would still lash out. There was a mutual respect between the two; Ayia liked having a companion, and Gaius enjoyed having someone tend to his needs and keep him occupied.

“Oh, I'm sure you say that to all the demons,” Ayia responded with a smirk and patted Foe's knee, hopping down from the counter. He turned, taking the time to openly appraise the rebel angel that sat before him. He had a strong jawline, what looked to be soft lips, and a prominent nose that fit him rather well. But it was his eyes, the eyes that promised thrills deep in their swirling blue deeps so much like the ocean he had left behind. “I am of a demonic classification. Approsi created me, and I serve none, as Approsi has been lost amongst the mortals and their forgetful minds. I've tasted the flesh of many mortals and found their cuisine to be more appealing in most cases.” He paused again and smirked at the being before him. “I have never quite tasted the likes of a Rebel angel before. It would be an interesting experience, to say the least.” He turned to face the door, having finished his meal, nudging at the beast to move out first and leave the poor monkey alone. He turned to face Foe and gave a smirk. “Any plans for the day?”