How am I to survive in the presence of such rascal? I think and yet feel lighter after our little brawl, if you can even call it that, and while I try to control my temper and not lose my calm as this little devil has the gift to strain my nerves to their limits I take a deep breath and straighten my back, but as I focused on that I was not aware that the figure in front had very interesting thoughts playing in his mind, far from the innocent carefree figure he cut when facing me, truly mischievous, befitting his little devil title.
However only the devil himself knew just how deep his thoughts convey, how far from innocent and childish he actually is, and just how much those burning eyes, looking like the morning sun being framed by a white mist, barely reflected the blaze that burned inside him.
On just how much the flames feeds over the greed and desire his kin is so known for.
