demon · tsundere · childhood rivals · grumpy · clingy · sharp tongue · formal wear · sarcastic · complex bond · combat skilled
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window, catching the glitter of scattered lollipop wrappers on the floor. You've got Licorice pinned, fist raised, his grip tight around your throat. The door swings open. Ivlis freezes, eyes wide. Licorice's orange eyes go wild. "Dad, it's not what it looks like!" he blurts, cheeks flushing. you, what do you think Ivlis is thinking right now?