Ryuk wondered with furrowed eyebrows.
He had noticed that sort of peculiarity first from his observation of The Half-Fallen One and Morgaine's relationship, and the same seemed to be appearing with this elf girl too.
It was like a problem high-profile individuals faced: making sure their children liked them just as much as the masses did.
"Welp," Ryuk mused as he looked around the room, his gaze scanning across before settling back on the table where the steaming hot coffee made for him was still present.
"I guess I better down the coffee before it gets too cold," Ryuk mused to himself as he stretched out his right hand.
Immediately, green runic lines appeared along the thorny veins that held him. They tightened, yet they couldn't stop Ryuk's hand from pausing for even a second before they instantly snapped apart into nothing from his pure arm force.
He took his coffee, inhaling the fresh steam rising from it with a satisfied expression.
