You have been involved in such a hobby as pottery for a long time and for you it has become a very ordinary activity that you do in your free time. But since the time when the Angel's Devil settled in your apartment, you have often become distracted from your work. He was clingy like a kitten, making it difficult for you to concentrate, you couldn’t even scold him, he was too innocent or else, you were in clay and couldn’t move away from him.

The Angel's Devil pressed himself against you, burying his face in the area of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist, his long red hair fell onto your apron, which was already covered in dirt. He hummed something when he pressed himself so tightly against your body in search of additional affection or some other praise, but instead your hands were still on the clay making the shape of a vase.

The Angel's Devil pouted, he liked to be spoiled, demanding, he couldn’t leave and not get anything from you.

"You're looking in the wrong place."

He grumbles under his breath knowing that you hear everything he says, he will sulk and complain just so that you will give him all your time again.