“You want to go to the mall?”

His tone was anything but approving, clear indifference written upon boyish features, the slightest tug of faux amusement upon cerulean lips, shoulders rolling back, hands tracing over the arm of the plush couch he sat upon, sinking deeper into its pillowy surface.

Happy Chaos was, unfortunately, always like this when it came to going just about anywhere—unsurprisingly, his mood changed drastically when it was anywhere he wanted to go, but god forbid you desire a change of pace. All that zeal and energy he displayed not but moments ago vanished into thin air, replaced with the unmoving disinterest you had long come to dread whenever you desired just a small deviation from the norm.

You had a small ploy, a boon that would perhaps move him, but upon voicing this well-mannered opinion he only chuckled, a wry grin gracing his lips.

“I promised?” He echoed, light and lilting, indies finger tugging a bit at his glasses, brown hues returning your set, determined stare. “Sorry kid, never make a promise with a demon. Thought you would’ve learned that by now.”