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[SO.

There's this hotshot 20-something exorcist who is really fucking talented but has an ego the size of the empire state building so many of his coworkers simply tolerate his presence. But he's always busy with work and doesn't get nearly enough time for recreation.

So what is he doing on his first day off in the last month? Buying booze and cigarettes, of course. And some food too, but that is vastly outnumbered by the other, more important supplies.

It's only a one-night party, he's got to go back to work tomorrow, but he's going to make it count. Because he doesn't get nearly enough days off, and he's getting to the point where clubs annoy him.

Clearly he needs to meet someone else and do something besides get drunk at home, right?]

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H... Help!

[Okay so maybe he's not going to get off so easily tonight. Considering that there's one little asshole who just can't let him get away. Mephisto Pheles wanted some attention not from his father, so he got a demon summoned and aggravated it. Sure, it could kill him and his father would laugh at him for eternity, but maybe, just maybe, it would pay off.

And it does! Considering that he's just found someone who totally looks like a priest! He runs towards him really quickly, his clothes ripped up from the demon and looking worse for wear. He cried out, and ran up to him and slammed into his body.]

S... some evil thing's tryin' to kill me!

[He was shorter than Shiro with long black hair, his clothes were barely holding on.]

P... Please help me!

[Holy mother of contrived situations.

If Shiro had time to actually consider it, he would have seen through the act right away. But being suddenly bumped into, and with a demon on its way too, meant that Shiro didn't have much time to consider the small details. Not yet, at least. That would come later.

But for now, Shiro has to focus on the fact that this kid just practically knocked him over. He managed to stay upright, but the bag full of groceries was knocked out of his arms, and went clattering to the ground.]

No! My-

[Though the mess isn't immediately visible, the sound of breaking glass can be heard. The booze is no longer drinkable, and it's seeping in to his cigarettes too, making them just as useless.

Now he's pissed. That demon that caused all of this, the one that's chasing this boy, it will rue the day it was born.]

[Hey, he got his attention, didn't he? That's what's important. He moved to slide behind Shiro, trying to get something between him and the demon. Despite him summoning the demon, the demon was pissed off enough that if something didn't happen to him soon, he probably could end up killing Mephisto.]

Kill it!

[The demon, a really low level one was angry and scampering towards the pair. Mephisto had to keep his act up a bit longer, grabbing the back of his coat, and trying not to cry. He knows how to play scared.]

I... it's gonna eat me!

[See, this was where being a Dragoon helps. Because while that demon was charging angrily at them, ready for a fight, all Shiro had to do was pull out one of his pistols and shoot at the demon.

Repeatedly.

While yelling at it.]

Asshole! That liquor wasn't cheap, you know!

[Fortunately that demon was dead really damn quick. Mephisto summoned something very weak just for attention. He looked up, holding onto him tightly.]

Is it... over?

[Ignore your booze, sir, you have a teen who needs you.]

[HE IS STILL UPSET ABOUT THAT but he can ignore it temporarily to make sure this kid is alright. Because holy shit his clothes are mangled.]

Yeah, it's gone. It won't be bothering you-

[And then he looks down at the kid. Besides the torn clothes, are there any wounds or blood?]

Thank you...

[There's a bit of blood there but nothing too major. One cut along his arms as he stands there, looking up at him.]

It started to chase me and I didn't know what to do...

It chased you.

And somehow it shredded your clothes, but you only ended up with one tiny cut.

[His bullshit-alarm is going off in his mind.]

See, I get the feeling that I'm not hearing the whole story here.

I... I ran really fast and my clothes got shredded by other things.

[He breathes heavily.]

I... it hurts.

[And he's not going to get the full story.]

[Bullshit.

But Shiro is at least going to make sure this kid gets some help of some kind, because leaving him here half-naked in the middle of a street is cruel.

Shiro holsters his gun before pointing in the direction of the academy.]

C'mon, there's some doctors who can take care of you there.

[Don't be rude, Shiro. But he follows along closely behind, trying not to walk too quickly so it still looks like he's hurting.

Attention is attention and even if Shiro gets mad at him for it, it's still attention.]

T... thank you.

[That goes for maybe thirty seconds, before Shiro finally gets annoyed enough to call him out on it.]

You don't have to fake it, you know. I already figured out you weren't that badly hurt.

[He blinked at him... and just shrugged his shoulder, smirking.]

So you're going to ditch a kid in the middle of nowhere then? Good priest work.

Now where did I say that, exactly?

[NOPE Mephisto is still going to the hospital.]

If you want medical attention that badly, you can have it. But you don't have to fake being more injured than you are to get it.

I didn't want medical attention, really.

[Hey, he'll go along.]

Just attention. How about your place instead?

How about no.

[That is a statement, not a question.]

Did you even get attacked by a demon? Or did you go looking for one to stir up trouble with?

Tch. I summoned one.

[Another shrug of his shoulders.]

Wanted to get someone's attention for once. Since no one cares unless a kid is getting attacked or whatever.

...people like you are the worst.

[He would grab a cigarette to smoke, except his had been ruined when this kid had run into him. Whoops.]

Creating trouble just to get some attention, what is wrong with you? Is 'getting attention' worth putting other people's lives at risk?

...Yeah.

[Well that was easy.]

Considering no one gives a damn about me, why should I care about them? At least if a demon is on the loose, people pretend to give a shit about a poor little bruised kid.

People don't give a damn about you because you've got a rotten personality. Someone who would endanger others for shits and giggles doesn't deserve attention.

[And oh look, here they are! Except it's not a hospital, it's a small clinic.]

If you want attention so badly, become a better person. You'd be surprised how many people you can get to like you by just not being a shithead.

...No one gives a shit either way about a little demon kid.

[Although he's the first person to actually call him out for his rotten personality. He's a bit shell shocked by that.]

And I don't need some alcoholic priest telling me about my shitty personality. Considering that you don't know shit about me.

[He shoves him in the chest.]

It's not like I asked to be ignored by my dad! Do you think I deserve that too?!

[Oho, Shiro struck a nerve. Perfect.

He wasn't expecting there to be demon parental problems mixed in, though. No wonder this kid is messed up. Shiro might have felt bad for him, if this kid hadn't just put an entire street full of people in danger for shits and giggles.

He'll overlook the shoving for now, though if Mephisto tries again he might find himself on the wrong end of a judo-throw.]

You say I don't know shit, and yet in the five minutes I've known about you, I've managed to figure you out.

[And then, just to prove his point:]

You're a kid born of an unfortunate situation with a huge chip on your shoulder about it. You're so starved for attention that you're resorting to dangerous behaviors just to get someone to notice you, even if that 'noticing' is someone yelling at you for being so stupid. You think the world owes you something because you got a shitty start to your life, but instead of going out and actually making your life better, you're here whining to one person about how they 'don't know you.'

Sound about right?

[And he pretty much hit every point on him. He stood there, just being forced to listen to what he has to say. Mainly because he doesn't know where to go from here. His body is shaking and his hands are in fists.]

S... shut up! Yeah, so?! So maybe I want some attention like that! Maybe I don't care how it happens!

[He shuts his eyes and shakes his head.]

Maybe I just want to know what this stupid human love thing is! Maybe I'm sick of offering my body up to fellow demons in hope I can actually feel something! And you know what I feel?! Hateful!

[Oops. He said way too much. But his breathing is heavy and he's angry.]

Hateful that the only physical touch I can get is some demons looking for a quickie! There! Do you think you still know me, you damn priest?!

Yep, I still do.

[Okay, he'll be slightly less of an asshole now. Slightly.]

Offering up your body isn't going to get you what you want. Humans are different from demons. If you want attention from one, you're going to have to get to know one first.

I don't want to get to know a human. You're all the same jerks. I just want to get into bed with one and get it over with.

[He pushes himself away.]

I'm going somewhere else to get what I need. It's clearly not here and this is a waste of my time.

[Fortunately he hasn't learned the magic of transportation and so is just walking away.]

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