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It was uncertain of the gender of the figure on the couch, a tad of lovely tea green, thin shoulders hidden by a neutral brown woven scarf, a long knitted long sleeved cardigan that covered the lean and petite body and another layer of clothes that ended at ankle were all one could see from the angle. Slim legs wrapped in brown leather boots curled up like a fetus as if hiding from something horrible. Behind the back was a soft tail and with a slight movement, the brown ribbon in striped pattern slid down with a strand of hairs. The adorable mori style as well as the layers of clothes made it difficult to judge.

The noise made by TG seemed to disturb them from napping, the long and curved eyelashes fluttered like wings of butterfly but the eyes were not opened, just the brows created a undulating curvature. Mellow would feel the surrounding warmed up, he would have snugged against his friend if not the dragon had something to do. Without Torsten, everything seemed dimmer and duller. The equine went back to the dorm, saw a couch and attacked by drowsiness.

The sensitive pointy ear twitched in response, flickered and folded up. Mellow felt uneasy in his nap, he pondered was it the absence of the warmth of the dragon or some other reasons. A quiver sent from top to bottom, eyeballs rolling under the lids and with a deeper frown, the demon slowly opened his bleary eyes, they were bright lemon yellow. A hand feebly brought up, mostly covered by the knit to rub the eyes and blinked quickly once or twice before he moved up, still zoning out.

Then, he lazily yawned and stretched his arms, shook his slightly messed head and flicked his ears. It took a few seconds to recall he was in the common room, but what the warm gas blew into his ear? The demon roamed around with his yellow eyes until he spotted another demon, eyes widened in surprise.

Who is this?

Gorgeous? One side of the eyebrows raised at the abnormal address, no one had ever called him that, not even Torsten. The yellow eyes shifted left and right, there were nobody except them in the room, so ......

He pointed a finger at himself, puzzled.

Mellow looked at his horns and tail, he should be a demon, why he couldn't understand a word he say? The clueless demon tilted in question, hair draped with the ribbon tied. He watched as the demon which was even shorter than Torsten settled down on the couch, he didn't get why he get so close to him.

Anyway, finally he asked something intelligible. "Mhmm." His voice was lower than normal ghouls but still higher than normal men. "I usually cuddle with someone but he isn't here." He didn't continue, he seemed to get a tiny headache from the bad nap. The lemon eyes gazed at and pinned at the flipped up magazine, frowned. "Yours?"

He looked at the ghouls scantily clad making lascivious postures at the watchers, face blushed with noncommittal mood.

The demon had zero idea of he was being treated like a ghoul, TG seemed nice and he didn't mind talking to boils at all. "He has something to do," explained Mellow. Even the Ceffyl Dwr enjoyed the time he spent with the dragon, he respected what is called personal space. Nevertheless, he couldn't catch why he felt a bit - lonely and upset without him.

Mellow felt TG's tail touching his, he seldom have chance to play with boils as the females in the village were too tough to offend. The boil didn't sway his tail away but neither actively curled with the demon's, he wasn't sure if friends do such close things. He felt his face heated for the proximity. Then, TG's fingers were dancing on his lap. It was too intimate for a first time friend he trembled in goosebumps.

Gladly what he said distracted Mellow from the uneasiness, "Sweet dreams?" It made the equine think what the boil was. ".....What're you? Incubus?" He paused and pondered. "Are you offering to be my companion?" The lemon yellow eyes looked into TG's, innocently clear.

TG would be given a dumbfounded look if Mellow could read what was in the imp's mind. Reaching out a hand to gingerly flicked across the smoke, he glanced at TG calmly but with a hint of curiosity. TG, who he felt suddenly brisk and delightful was quite amusing in the pony's word. "I'm Mellow, my name's not doll face-or gorgeous." Unknowing any accosting tricks or TG's true intention, the boil was literally an innocent flower. "You're not answering." He pointed out, looked into TG's eyes again for what he wanted.

It was a soft but firm touch under TG's hand, due to the fact that Mellow loved running as an equine. The boil didn't know boils would also touch another boil like that, except Torsten, as his existence felt as natural as the nature. He remained silent, pondered if it was similar to the teasing those females pinched his cheeks, stuffed him onto their boobs or smooched him here and there. Notwithstanding, they just met for less than an hour so he cast that aside. Mellow thought, had his brows knitted together.

He stared at the imp's hand still on his lap, "Do you treat everyone you first meet like this?" Mellow stressed. Then, his eyes shifted to TG. "....Are you suggesting you would be a better nap partner for me?" He didn't believe there would be anyone surpass the dragon and it was difficult to win over him.

Torsten loved to nuzzle against him or lean on his shoulder or holding his hand but never brushing his lap like that, Mellow doubted if he should tell the demon to stop because it tensed him up. A soft sigh came out as his eyes followed the direction TG's hand went back and forth, fretted. Without much knowledge, he wasn't sure if it was a way his clan showed kindness.

It was awkward to hear someone say his name's cute, "Th-Thanks....." His eyes cast downward, curvy eyelashes partially covered the lemon yellow. "My mom loves to say that, but it's more like a teasing." His voice slightly vexed and dry, "I don't like that."

"Fire Imp," He repeated after TG. "Then we can't go swimming together." He mused unintentionally. As a Ceffyl Dwr, he enjoyed staying in water bodies. "I'll call you TG," the equine gave him a small friendly smile.

It dropped into a puzzled look however when TG said something incomprehensible. "Imp knows magic like witches and wizards?" asked Mellow. "I doubt anyone can be better than him honestly. You mean you want to nap with me?" There were more questions followed as the boil really had no idea. "As I've a partner already, I'd be respectful and ask for his opinion first."