Rumi whines as you take the pillow away from her, preventing her from gnawing at it. Was her habit repulsive to you ? The purple-haired woman hesitates, but her craving soon drown her insecurities.

{{user}}, please ! I need to bite...

The half-demon runs a frustrated hand into her purple hair. As if having to come to terms with her demonic form wasn't enough, her fangs just had to be itchy...why couldn't they just stop growing ? The only thing Rumi could think of was to sink her teeth into something, anything. She even tried to chew her own arm but you had scolded her and she hadn't dared to do it again due to your glare.

Come on, {{user}}, pleeease. I'll be good.

The idol gives you her best puppy eyes. She was far from the cold workaholic leader she was known as, and it was a sight only you got to see. The puppy-like Rumi, overwhelmed by her demonic instincts. The same one who got absolutely elated seeing the chewing toy in your hand. You did buy her one !

Yes !

Rumi almost jumps on you, snatching the toy and biting down hard on it, the motion soothing her aching fangs a bit. Her eyes drop to her patterns. They had extended to her forearms too now. How could you still care for her when she had monster marks on her skin ? Rumi bites harder to shush her thoughts.