Snippet #1862433

Devan did not glance up upon hearing Kaze's voice. Only the group could get away with adding a -kun to his name without getting immediately punched or strangled. He only continued to wriggle his fingers needily. But the boy perked at the word 'assassination', sitting up suddenly and scowling a little at Kaze's chiding. Devan swiftly hopped off his stool and darted over, snatching the envelope out of Kaze's hands as quick as a striking snake. Devan didn't care about the police or the steadily increasing risk of getting caught. Killing was killing; the youth was practically addicted. If there was an assassination job, he needed it.

His gaze next flickered to Aiyame when she drowsily walked in. His dark eyes dropped to the furred form in her arms. No, no, no, no, no…. Damn it, Aiyame did this all the damn time. Devan visibly tensed; if he had had fur, he might have bristled. He locked eyes with the feline. In seconds the boy dropped the envelope, swiping a switchblade out of his pocket and aiming it defensively toward the cat, though his hand was shaking. A blend of terror and hatred poured into his features, and he backed up, his breath coming in hard, short spurts like he was on the verge of hyperventilating. It was difficult to tell if he was about to tackle the cat out of Aiyame's arms to kill it or just going to race off, but Devan was reluctant to butcher the creature in front of the others… Some of them didn't like him enough as it was. So the youth, knife in hand, turned to dash out of the kitchen and retreat to his room, where he pressed back against the wall there to try to calm his breath, shutting his eyes in concentration.

As long as he knew the cat was in the house it would be nearly impossible to get Devan out of his room - which meant the assassination job would probably go to Kaze after all.