ENTER THE WANDERING DEMON
Artist: NateWantsToBattle - Song: Katharsis
He had to admit, Kokuto was taken rather by surprise from the quiet and calm feel of the house. Blinking as he took a look around, before finally setting his eyes on Ichijou's adoptive mother, he tensed up when she approached him, looking him up and down and likely making mental notes about his...unique
appearance. Swallowing nervously, Kokuto braced for a nasty look, or something equally unwelcoming.
...However, he was surprised to receive the exact opposite. As the woman's arms reached around him and pulled the demon into a tight embrace, Kokuto's eyes shot open, having to blink several times and pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. It had been a long while since someone had received him with open arms like that. For him, it had always been rejection out of the horror of his appearance, the fact that he was a demon, or -- more often than not -- both. So, needless to say, this was a change of pace that he was not at all against.
So, rubbing the back of his neck, Kokuto finally worked up the nerve to respond to Ayumi."Uh...somewhere in between. Not really young or old, 'least not compared to the other old fucks of the world."
Chuckling lightly as he managed a shy grin, he watched as Ichijou plopped herself into Ayumi's lap, hugging her in return and grinning before zipping up the stairs. Shaking his head as he slipped off his own shoes and set them by the door, Kokuto slid his jacket off and slung it over his shoulder as he silently made his way up the stairs and stepped inside Ichijou's room.
Taking a look around, it seemed like any regular room. Posters on the wall, computer on a desk in the corner, dresser, and closet filled with clothes. It was...nice. It didn't feel out of the ordinary, and that was part of the charm. So, with a warm smile, Kokuto sat down next to Ichijou on her bed."You've got a good mom. And a good room, just...a good life as a whole, really."
Laying back and staring at the ceiling, his gaze turned over to Ichijou, letting out a soft sigh."I said I left out a lot of stuff, mostly because...it's the kind o' shit I don't want people to be lookin' at me weird for. I'm not the greatest person. I'm...a Sinner. I was in Hell for a long time, and my false appearance is a permanent reminder of that."
Closing his eyes and switching to his shifter form, Kokuto sat up.
Holding up his wrists, Kokuto showed the two shackles tightly clamped around his wrists, with a broken chain dangling mere inches from the cuffs themselves. Reaching up and tugging off the sash around his face, Kokuto revealed the hideous scarring on his face, before switching back to his true form."Can't say I didn't deserve it, though. People don't go to Hell for bein' goody-two-shoes."