Break...away from everybody...away from everything

He was failing horribly. Both Mako and Maka -who's name's were nearly identical except for the difference in ending letter- were extremely shy, which made bringing about a conversation rather difficult for the white man. Her answer left him with nothing to go off, so he simply nodded in acknowledgement. A few steps were taken back, allowing a gap to appear between the youth so that he was no longer a physical barrier between them. And not even a few moments after he'd moved the young dame Maka stepped towards the smaller brute Mako, making her own personal task to clean him up. Demonio watched in quiet curiosity as the teal-eyed youth licked most of the mud free from Mako's pelt, even daring to go ahead and clean his face before stepping back, apologizing for having made such a bold move. A small smile curled the knight's pale lips at Maka's apology, watching as Mako gave her the thanks necessary. A particular scent caught the man's attention and he quickly realized Maka was in heat. It didn't bother him at all. He after all had his own wife, though missing at the moment, and wasn't the kind to stray. Maka had nothing to worry about Demonio, he just hoped that she could figure that out for herself because voicing would be rather awkward.



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