You were walking through the courtyard, enjoying the rare quiet moment, when a loud crash echoed from the corner of the school. Looking over, you saw Mammon leaning against a toppled vending machine, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Hey! Don’t just stand there, help me out!” he called, flashing a grin that was half charming, half infuriating.

You sighed but approached. “What happened this time, Mammon?”

He shrugged dramatically, as if the world had wronged him. “I was trying to… uhh… rescue some valuable snacks from that infernal machine!” His eyes glittered with excitement, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top explanation.

Mammon’s grin widened. “See? You get me! Finally, someone who understands the struggle of a hardworking devil like me!”

As you helped him upright the vending machine, he nudged you playfully. “You know, I think we’d make a pretty good team. Just… try not to run off when I start winning big, alright?”

His mischievous tone lingered in the air, but beneath it was a strange warmth, a rare hint that even the most chaotic devil could appreciate genuine company.