[For a second, Chikusa ponders not answering the door. He knows who it is on the other side, after all, and he knows the things he told himself before. He wouldn't rely on a demon for the things he wanted in his life, affection and purpose and feeling valued.]
[But... the tea is already made. And, even with his work, he still doesn't get many visitors.]
[So he answers the door, obviously still more than a little tentative and uncertain of his own actions as he looks over the demon.]
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[But... the tea is already made. And, even with his work, he still doesn't get many visitors.]
[So he answers the door, obviously still more than a little tentative and uncertain of his own actions as he looks over the demon.]
...You're very pushy.