"You'd Make Osceola Upset If Ya Cut My Head Off," Lewin Chuckled, Watching Her To See If She'd Donate

"You'd make Osceola upset if ya cut my head off," Lewin chuckled, watching her to see if she'd donate some booze. "'Cause then he can't pick me up by the scruff anymore."

Aha, he was victorious! Though Sake wasn't his drink of choice, he happily took the bottle from her with a hummed "Thank you~" before leaning back in his chair.

"Naah, no particular occasion," he said, swirling the bottle a little in his hand. "Been a long day and haven't seen much of ya since you took this position. And now we're both here!" Then he sighed dramatically before taking a modest swig of the sake. "Teaching is haaaaard."

The bucket hat first, then the stubble and scruffy clothes. Her smile grew as he peeked round the doorway. Her fingers relaxed slightly on her sword's hilt as Lewin sauntered in, his easy grin as disarming as ever.

"You're lucky I recognized that hat, or you'd be a head shorter," she drawled, her voice teasing but sharp enough to remind him she wasn't entirely joking. Her eyes lingered on him, amusement dancing in them as she leaned back in her chair.

She raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, then glanced at the half-empty bottle in her hand before shifting her gaze back to him. With a chuckle, Shura leaned forward, her elbow on the desk as she extended the bottle toward him, but only after a moment’s hesitation. “Guess I can share. You owe me though."

Her eyes gleamed with a challenge as she sized him up, the faint tension of the long day ebbing away. “So what’s the occasion, Lightning? You come for the booze, or is there something else on your mind?

"Ya can't win if they don't fight, that's cheating!"

"That still counts as a win for her though and thus a win for me."

@mayhemmaybe in reference to [X]

"I'm not surprised he can be affected by the curses. The grey demons appear to be more powerful than most anything here."

Lewin recognizes the signs of hostility easily. A tensed jaw, a glare, slight finger movements. He's pushing a line he shouldn't, but how can he not? He wants to know more, wants to know where the line is. It's risky though. And he's not sure it's the right time.

"Alright," he says casually with another smile, deciding to trust that Fujimoto knows about Satan. He's more familiar with it after all. Then, Lewin finally makes another decision and lets it go. "Well, good of you to come back," he hums, turning his back and doing another lazy stretch.

Seems another bridge has burned. Oh well.

Unfortunately... Shiro makes no effort to hide the disdain of his thought from the sigh he makes as he continues to glare at Lewin.

He could just punch Lewin. It would be so much easier than having this unwanted conversation and it'd re-enforce the boundary he just set with Lewin too. The more Shiro thinks on it though the more conflicted he feels because while it'd be a satisfying move to make it wasn't the correct way to handle the situation either, and he needed to be a good example for his sons.

But gods above and below, he really wants to punch Lewin right now.

"I just do." He's only lived with that voice haunting him for fifteen, almost sixteen, years. "And I realized I had errored--" among other things "--So, I came back."

Lewin blinks. He had been stuck in his own head, pondering the great pumpkin mystery. "Ah, no thanks," he grins to Alexi. "Osceola will literally kill me." He laughs.

@lewinthelighton

"Uuuuugh, pumpkin cleanup duty sucks. Guessing we still don't know if it's from the kids or some demon. Nobody's told me yet, anyway."

"But you look like you got something on your mind that ain't about randomly manifesting gourds. You need a smoke, bud?"

"Is Shy right then? Is the kid an alternative Mephisto's son from the future?"

"Entirely unnecessary. We're well aware of where that one hails from."