Work was busy as always—papers, demons, noise. ...Yagi should’ve been working. Instead, he had Kyou stuck to him like a damn parasite.

“Oi, quit squirm’n, ya’ll make me drop ya,” he muttered, arms full. Kyou hung over him like some overgrown scarf, legs dangling, arms wrapped tight around Yagi’s neck.

He sighed—a low, gravelly rumble that might’ve been a growl. “…Tch. Figures.”

One of his furry hands tightened its grip, making sure the demon didn’t fall. The other brushed the hair from his eyes, though it didn’t help much; Kyou’s arms were already blocking half his vision.

“Kyou…” he drawled, red eyes narrowing beneath the mess. “Can’t ya do this some other time? I’m at work, ya dumb demon.”

Kyou only clung tighter. Yagi grunted. “Haaah… hell’s bells. Satanick’s gonna think I’m babysittin’.”