[RedRose4]

All of Cresil’s thoughts were overwhelmed with many mental snapshots of Aoki. It made it difficult for him to function. First, he had woken up, feeling the smaller demons warmth encased around him, Cresil found it hard enough slipping out of bed, he had to have all the willpower in the world to do so.
Now, Cresil was in his kitchen, eagerly cooking since his stomach was growling so damn badly. How long had it been since he ate? Almost a day most likely, he was too pre occupied with the demon upstairs to really have much time to think about his appetite.

Cresil left Aoki a shirt next to the bed, knowing if he didn’t wear it, it would probably just be an immense tease, but for all he knew that little devil would do it on purpose.
Turning over the steak, Cresil sighed under his breath, boringly stirring the food. Cooking wasn’t his favourite pastime, in fact he didn’t like it much, but he had to eat.

Of course, he was making Aoki some steak, and a little bit of potatoes too (despite not really liking vegetables himself). Cresil was nearly finished, his eyes scanned the staircase curiously. Still he wasn’t awake? He let out a sigh of disappointment before turning off the stove.