[Gods. That face. Just splatter a bit of blood and gore, and it'd be exactly the same. The demon probably gets what it wants when Sannan goes rigid, hand gripping the frame of his abacus tightly that the wood would probably snap if he applied just a little more pressure.
His eyes drops down to the ground, unable to face his sins. He barely hears Sora's secret, the pounding in his head and the constriction in his chest is making it hard for him to concentrate and breath.]
Vrooms with you
His eyes drops down to the ground, unable to face his sins. He barely hears Sora's secret, the pounding in his head and the constriction in his chest is making it hard for him to concentrate and breath.]