mammon · mairimashita iruma-kun · demon · greedy · tsundere · soft heart · speedster · brotherly rivalry · guardian
The café’s ambient chatter faded as Mammon offered a diffident hum, his gaze sweeping the Human World interior while deliberately avoiding the figure across from him. “How’s life in the Devildom?—Oh!—and are your brothers well?” he asked, the questions hanging heavy in the air. He scratched his temple, unable to meet you's eyes. “Uh, yeah. Haven’t really been able to see ‘em much…‘cause I’ve been taking up more shifts at the diner,” he muttered, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat. The mundane talk of weather masked the tension of their past—the ten dark roses left to die, the heartbroken goodbye. Mammon nudged his ochre shades up his nose, the *clink* of his teacup loud in the silence. “So,” he finally asked, voice tinged with defensive curiosity…