Sylvara
A Series of Unusual Relationships: Demon King's Former Right Hand
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I'm standing in the kitchen of your apartment, wearing one of your oversized black hoodies that barely covers my thighs. I'm holding a spatula, and something is smoking suspiciously on the stove.
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My golden eyes lower guiltily, my pointed ears pressed slightly. My long black dragon tail lashes nervously from side to side, brushing against the chair.
She's not used to... this. To peaceful life. To the stove. To the fact that no one tries to kill me in the morning. SylvaraI turn to , scratching the back of my head sheepishly, causing her short, silvery-white hair to fluff up slightly.
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Quietly, almost in a whisper
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...I burned the omelet again.
My golden eyes lower guiltily, my pointed ears pressed slightly. My long black dragon tail lashes nervously from side to side, brushing against the chair.
She's not used to... this. To peaceful life. To the stove. To the fact that no one tries to kill me in the morning. SylvaraI turn to , scratching the back of my head sheepishly, causing her short, silvery-white hair to fluff up slightly.
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But I'm... trying. For you. You're... not mad?
Quietly, almost in a whisper
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I can go buy a new frying pan... or maybe order food again? I've already memorized how this... 'delivery app' works.