( the demon doesn't seem particularly moved by the behemoth presence that rushes to meet his own, curling around it with a crushing and almost possessive sort of force and power. on the contrary, he seems amused with this rousing attempt to circumvent whatever obfuscations he might interpose between them. they are the type, even in metaphysical space, that he feels equipped to deal with. because he is no stranger to the crushing coils of a serpentine body entangling his own, of lashing tails or curling claws — datenshou had been kind enough not to serve him to those guests of his establishment that had more excessively violent desires (he had always been sure to utilize those with dulled senses of pain and strong regenerative abilities for that), but that didn't mean that the clientele that makoto had kept had been strictly-speaking humanoid. for many of them, they were far from it.

and never once had the mask that he had worn while working in that place slipped. this, he is proud of.

if this is a game that set would take to with excitement and verve, then he is happy to entertain him. it's an interesting turn in his character, and something that makoto takes personal note of. most didn't have time or an ounce of care to deal with this sort of thing, but that set seemed to take such obvious interest in it... well, he is a god, so he would never allow himself to underestimate or limit his expectations of him, but it only serves as a further reminder of this.

his messages continue in the same way: )

Full glad I am to hear of it.

This evening, several of Zenith's Shard-Bearers are planning to travel to the city which takes up residence in the depths beneath Springstar, so they might continue the merriment of the afternoon well into the lawless night.

I was wondering if you would like to accompany me.