His face was caught so easily in the other's hand that he jumped in place in shock, the back of his legs hitting the low table in the center of the small cottage. His eyes were wide. Itachi could feel the prickling of the demon's claws along his skin, and goosebumps rose to the surface.
'Did I give you any indication that you could refuse me?'
So the demon would be staying anyway. He had made his stance clear--if he didn't house him, then...
Itachi's face was not one of fear of being threatened, but of exasperation as his body settled down. He was being forced to look up at the much taller demon, and his long, black ponytail hung down on his shoulder and over the floor like a loose whip. He felt as if his chin was pointing to the ceiling.
He couldn't help but let out a noise--something akin to a laugh.
"...Your attitude is terrible... it reminds me of my little brother." But didn't deny him--didn't put up any further argument of where he would be staying. Outside, the weather was getting chillier... winter was just starting to come into play, and soon all of Japan would be frozen over.
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'Did I give you any indication that you could refuse me?'
So the demon would be staying anyway. He had made his stance clear--if he didn't house him, then...
Itachi's face was not one of fear of being threatened, but of exasperation as his body settled down. He was being forced to look up at the much taller demon, and his long, black ponytail hung down on his shoulder and over the floor like a loose whip. He felt as if his chin was pointing to the ceiling.
He couldn't help but let out a noise--something akin to a laugh.
"...Your attitude is terrible... it reminds me of my little brother." But didn't deny him--didn't put up any further argument of where he would be staying. Outside, the weather was getting chillier... winter was just starting to come into play, and soon all of Japan would be frozen over.