Seren sighed, finally changed into his pair of snug pajamas. He goes onto his bed and flops on it, promptly shoving his face into the pillow and screaming. God school is so annoying sometimes.
The figure laid there as comfortably as he could, under the bed, until he heard the flop. He removed his hands from behind his head and rolled onto his stomach. This is such a stupid place, he thought to himself. Maybe they did this to him on purpose, putting his portal here under the bed of a traumatized high schooler. He was a lesser demon, after all, one they watched when they were bored. Maybe they thought it was funny how he always hit his head when getting out from under the bed...However, complaints aside, it was showtime. The kid sounded like he was facing down so he slid out from under the bed, silently, and stood up. He stretched a bit as he rehearsed what he was gonna say in his head.
Seren mumbled a few incoherent sentences about the teachers and how they never take their jobs seriously at all. He then heaves a deep sigh, bringing his arms up and hugging his pillow. Today was his first day at a regular highschool after that day.
Suddenly a voice cleared its throat, verbally, and the figure shifted his weight from one leg to the other. It's tail flicked as it spoke, "So you are the Seren I've heard so much about! It's nice to meet you!" He crossed one leg behind the other and bowed before lifting his head up with a toothy grin
Seren jumped, turning around. He grabs the knife that was strapped to his upper arm from its sheath with his left hand, pointing it at the figure, his arm tremoring. He stares with widened eyes at the figure near him, his other hand clutching the pillow. "Who are you and what is your business here?"
The male straightened up and stepped forward, his red hair bouncing lightly with the slightest movements. He had dark, sharp horns that seemed to grow even darker at the ends. He also seemed to have a wiry, leathery tail that swayed behind him. His grin was full of sharp teeth, and somewhat longer, sharper canines
He reached out and placed his index finger lightly on the edge of the knife in attempt to push it downwards, "Left handed, I see," He noted aloud as his almost glowing gray eyes seemed to shimmer, "Why, I'm just here to make a friend! And you, Seren, are the lucky victim!" Hey, bud, its typically a red flag to call your friend a victim.
Seren tensed, pushing his knife a little further. Studying the entity for several minutes, his head unconciously tilted a little. He moved backwards on the bed, farther away from him. "I would prefer you not to use the word "victim" if you are attempting to become friends, even if that's your true objective, which I truly doubt. I'm afraid I require more information as to what exactly are you, and why were beneath my bed?"
"Okay, then let's play a game. Friends do that, right? What was the name of that game again..." The entity asked as he crawled up onto the edge of the bed and sat criss-cross applesauce. He had sharp nails and little hooks on his heels, as well as ghostly pale skin. His scalera's were a darker gray than his pupils, making them pop. He wore black slacks with a belt and a button up tucked into it. Over that he wore a striped vest and then a trench coat. To top it all off, he also had a tan colored scarf. For whatever manner of creature he was, he was dressed nice. "Aha! Twenty questions! Here, we shall take turns. Yes or no questions only, you go first!"
Seren startled as the demon man climbed onto the bed. He falls back on his bottom, using his feet to scramble closer to the other side of the bed. He lowers his knife a bit as his eyes widen, examining the strangely attractive demon in front of him. "I want to know if your intentions are harmful first.." God now that he thinks about it, this man is dressed almost fancily in front of him, yet he's in his pajamas.
"Not at all. As I've said, I would like to become friends. I only referred to you as a victim because dealing with me is no easy feat, and you don't have a choice. My turn now!" The demon straightened up, "Do you live alone...?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he leaned in.
