Dire Wolf Devil
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป.
Masaru looked over at the whine, worried, before the child-innocent look in his eyes vanished. "Dei? What's wrong?" He pulled Dei into his chest as he sat up.
"Masaru? Y'okay now?"
"What do you mean okay? Did i get hit with amnesia again?"
Yuki blinked before scratching her head. "Masaru, what's the last thing you remember?"
Masaru thought about it before snapping his finger, "we're going to kill L-L-L . . . Lo . . ." he looked down at Dei before pulling up his wall quickly the mask any more emotion coming out of him. "I need a drink."
Dei-Loki, the instant he heard his name, turned and clung to Masaru with one hundred percent refusal on letting go. It was unclear if the cause of his tears had been because of the wall, or what he felt, or, heck, even both. All that was certain is, it was there.