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[ Well hello hello, city of Vatheon, have you missed your favorite absent-minded demon? Because he's sure missed you. A little bit. Thrilled to have returned, at least by his own standards (meaning that there's a lot of interesting food readily available), Amaimon is sitting on a lamp post in the plaza, already stocked up on a variety of snacks, toying with the SFC. Which is inconveniently upside down, a fact which is beyond his awareness. Trying to recall how the device works and pressing random buttons, he enables the video function, the resulting film that is broadcast onto the network being upside down itself, given the SFC's odd positioning. He taps a bit on the screen, before attempting to speak to it. ]

Aah... hello?

[ At that, he brings his head closer to the communicator, holding it right in front of his eye, as if to try and see the little people inside the SFC, before pulling it back and tapping on the screen once more. ]

Aniue?

[ Just gonna casually reach into the nearest open potato chip bag and eat a potato chip while he waits. And then another. Aaand then another, until he accelerates to the rhythm of 5PpS (Potatoes per Second), before he realizes that he actually has to end the transmission for people to respond, though that only happens by the time the bag is empty as can be. ]

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[So it's been a kinda crappy few days for Yukio. Rin disappeared with no sign as to when or if he would return, Maka decided that just after learning that his brother had disappeared would be a great time to question Yukio's mental stability, and Night got him drunk. Spectacular week.

Yukio steps out of a shop with a cup of coffee in one hand and a frown on his face, sipping the hot liquid carefully before turning to head back in the direction of the clinic. At least he had that distraction, and things could always be worse, right? There could be a demon hanging out in the plaza or something. Or there could be the annoying sound of a crinkly potato chip back right above him and-

... Oh, shit, there's a demon hanging out in the plaza. And he's got chips. 8|]

... huh?

[ It takes him a moment to realize that someone is right below him, and even if he has only seen him once or twice, it's enough to get him to jump down from the post and to land in front of Yukio, simply out of curiosity. He stares at the teenager with an absent minded look for a couple of seconds, before zooming in on the one thing that pings his attention. In a quick motion, he attempts to grab the cup of coffee Yukio is holding, because let's face it, in his mind, a liquid with a new, interesting fragrance is of much higher priority than Yukio himself. ]

[Yukio's small fry and he knows it, but that only makes the idea of Amaimon suddenly in his personal bubble seem even more like a very, very bad thing.

Yukio instinctively jerks back a few steps, his free hand going for the borrowed gun at his back. Still holding on to that coffee, but it's more likely due to a reflexive tightening of his fingers than any attempt to save the beverage. It's good coffee, but not that good.]

[ Taking a gander at the gun Yukio pulls off, the tiniest hint of a smirk takes place in his expression. ]

Ah, you want to play?

[ Because he's much more than happy to oblige. His main objective is still the coffee, not exactly hurting Yukio, but that doesn't stop him from charging full speed ahead toward him, still intent on grabbing that cup.]

[Ooooh no, sir. He does not want to play. Amaimon isn't anyone he can hope to take, and the plaza is filled with civilians. Really, he shouldn't have pulled the gun at all, but it's hard to go against the instinct when there's a demon prince in your face.

Yukio releases the cup this time, his freed hand snapping up to support his weapon as he scrambles back from Amaimon once more.]

[ Noticing the cup falling down to the floor, he accelerates as to catch it in time, stopping immediately in his tracks as soon as he has it in his hands. ]

Aaaah...

[ He looks the cup over, smelling its contents and staring at it intensely. ]

It looks bad, being brown, but despite that it's got a nice aroma...

[ Welp, bottoms up. He's just going to go ahead and drink it. ]

[The exorcist steadies himself, eyes and weapon trained on Amaimon and- ... wait, seriously? All he wanted was the coffee?

Yukio's hands don't waver, but his expression does as he watches the demon drink his coffee. He's trained himself to drink it black when necesary, but he prefers milk and sugar when he has the time for it... like now. Probably not enough sugar for Amaimon's taste, but it's better than nothing.]

[ It's not long before he's drank it all, staring at the now empty cup with a puzzled look. ]

...

[ Really, of all the things he's had this one ranks quite high on the oddity list. ]

It's got a weird taste, but it's strong and warm...

[ And at that, he turns to Yukio, pointing at the cup. ]

What is it?

[Lucifer's scrolling the network, and this guy's caught his attention. Mainly because, well, possible snacking buddy?]

Hi.

[He replies to the poster's original statement first before asking the all important question.]

Where'd you get those potato chips?

[ Meanwhile, by the time he gets this response, he's already opened a second package, and is quickly wearing down its contents. ]

One of the... [ Crunch munch munch. ] ... shopsh around. [ Munch munch. ]

[ Noticing the pack is now empty, he throws the package away, opening yet another one. ]

[Lucifer hasn't really checked out the shops yet but makes a mental note to do so.]

I take it you're as bored as I am at the moment?

[He pauses for a moment, watching the other guy eat the chips.]

I'm Lucifer, by the way. New here, I guess you could say. And you are...?

[... Alright, this is weird. He lowers his gun just a little, obviously baffled at the direction things are going. Geez, Yukio, jut because he tried to murder your brother once doesn't mean you matter enough for him to try and murder you.]

... Coffee.

[ He's just going to stare at the communicator for some seconds before mentally overcoming the hurdle that is the first question. After all it's subtracting from his potato chip eating time. ]

Amaimon. [ He points at himself briefly, before returning the hand to the chip pack, still staring with the most uneventful expression. ]

[ Exactly so. His priorities are very solidly established, and food ranks very high on the list. ]

Coffee...

[ He keeps staring at the cup with his regular uneventful expression, before turning to Yukio once more. ]

... where did you get it?

[Lucifer's about to write this guy off as pretty boring even by his standards but the name catches his eye. Hadn't he heard it somewhere when researching myths and stuff for Ashiya so they could find a way to get their magic back...? No, no,no, that wasn't right...maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him...]

You seem familiar, yet I have no idea who you are. That I'm sure of.

[Yukio nods his head toward the shop he came from only a few minutes ago.]

Over there. It's free.

[ Amaimon takes a gander at the shop, then at Yukio, and then at the shop once more. He nods once, then just moves past the exorcist and heads into the shop. It's not long before he comes out, holding a cup of black coffee. Without any hesitation, he chugs the brown liquid down in one go, looking a bit surprised. ]

Aaah, it's different from the other one!

[ This piques his interest considerably, since the coffee he got was unadulterated, different from Yukio's which had milk and sugar. ]

It's less sweet, but it's stronger...

[ PS: Don't give caffeine to Amaimon. You might come to regret it later. ]

Huh?

[ Munch munch munch. Amaimon is pretty sure he's never seen this person before, even if his memory does wander from time to time. ]

I'm pretty shure [ Munch. ] I don't know who [ Crunch munch gobble. ] you are.

[ Don't mind him stuffing his face with chips as he speaks. ]

[Yukio's lowered his weapon by the time Amaimon comes out again, but there's no way he's holstering it just yet.]

... It tastes different depending on what you put in it. [And then there's flavored coffees and different creamers. It's a whole new world.]

You shouldn't drink it so fast...

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've never met you in any of the worlds I've been in, too.

[A thoughtful pause. He's still not remembering something he'd read about during his research, but suddenly it didn't seem to matter.]

You just have one of those faces. My apologies.

Would you happen to be a fan of fried chicken? I'm about to go look for some.

[The boy had asked the network just yesterday if there was fried chicken here, and he'd gotten a "probably". Perhaps this guy would like to go look for some with him?]

Ah? [ He's all in for different flavors. ]

What can you put in it to make it taste different?

[ Answering this question might not be healthy for the entirety of vatheon, but Amaimon is probably going to go crazy with different forms of coffee either way. ]

Ah, you're back.

[He stands under the lamp post, hands in his pockets, but no sword bag to be seen. Hooked around his wrist is a plastic bag full of something.]

It's been awhile.

[Healthy for Vatheon or not, Yukio's all about not pissing off a demon he can't handle. Not until he can have a chat with Mephisto or Shiro.]

Milk and sugar, usually. You can use different flavored syrups, too.

[ Barry was walking through the plaza when he spotted Amaimon perched on the lamp post. Considering the wide variety of people that were in Vatheon seeing someone perched on a lamp post may not have been a very odd site, but being a demon himself, Barry knew one when he saw one.

A small smile spread on his face and he walked over not at all worried for his own safety. ]

Greetings.

[ Barry smiled up at Amaimon. ]

Ah, lil' bro!

[ To an absent-minded individual like Amaimon, it's not exactly easy to keep track of near identical people, especially after being away for a bit. He drops down, landing in front of Night, pack of chips still in hand and being used. ]

But... wait... [ Sniff sniff. ]

You're not lil' bro! You smell worse than he does!

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