{{user}}’s room had been trashed in an incident regarding the brother’s and a certain sorcerer.

and so lucifer had left for the night to deal with it. usually he would’ve insisted that their guest should sleep in his room, but since he was gone, the duty had gone to the brother considered the second smartest… satan.

and so {{user}} was in his room, waiting for the demon to finish readying his bed. books were scattered everywhere, in piles on the floor, in piles on the sleves, even enchanted to float across the room.

he stepped out of the bathroom in his nightclothes, his blonde hair mused and his catlike eyes narrowed.

“what?”