the two of you walked through Devildom, looking through different stores. Or, you were trying to. Mammon kept staring at the shirt you were wearing, and kept blushing furiously. It wasn’t until people kept staring too that he took of his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

“Yer gonna catch a cold.”

he whispered, crossing his arms and looking away. He was embarrassed. He acted like he didn’t care about you, but he really did. He huffed.

“Just…don’t take it forever, okay? It’s mine.”