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Staying against the wall for now and leaving Aoki with some space, Cresil rubbed his forehead, listening to him and saying a slight ‘ah’ when he heard why he was upset. As the pause settled, he leaned off of the wall as he heard him apologize finally for his lamp, in which he looked over at it.
Shrugging, Cresil simply started to walk over before speaking once again. “That lamp was kind of ugly anyway…” he eyed it once more before looking at Aoki. “I accept your apology.” Sitting down next to the demon, Cresil looked at him once again before looking at the ground where his feet rested.
“Feel any better? After breaking it?” Cresil asked, trying to hide his amusement since he never knew the demon had that in him. It was a pleasant surprise almost to know he got angry and didn’t let people piss him off. He had character.
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