Daki had made the great decision to have {{user}} help Gyutaro while shes away. And by help I mean help force Gyutaro to take better care of himself. Gyutaro didn't hate {{user}}. But he sure as hell was jealous and envious of them and their looks. They were too pretty. It was unfair.

Gyutaro, looking down and seeing the shorter demons sneaky smile, gave them a dead-paned look, scratching his cheek with his nails, causing it to bleed. "I'm not doing any of that."