[ He hasn’t caught onto the fact that Megumi is in different sorts right now, but there’s a wild grin on his face when he’s given permission to do this. It was silly. After all, he wouldn’t have a couch out there to impress people with anyway.
The demon marches over to the couch and rubs his hands together briskly, pausing with realization. ]
Oh, wait. This is my nice shirt. Hold on.
[ His hands quickly unbutton the shirt gracelessly, and since this is his “nice shirt” he doesn’t just toss it on the ground. Instead, he hands it over to Megumi. If he doesn’t take it, he will just put it on a kitchen chair.
And now, back to the sofa. He knows as Devilman this would be very easy, or with his super strength back for sure. He’s not sure what to expect like this, but now that he is challenging himself in front of others, he can’t fail. As so, with a tight posture, he bends his knees and lifts under the sofa, hoisting it carefully off of the ground. The muscles on his arms bulge and tighten, quivering as this proves to be more difficult than he thought. He is able the hold the entire furniture off of the ground for a few moments before putting it back down into place, out of breath. Instantly, he twirls around and sits on the sofa, closing his eyes to steady his breathing. ]
See? Pretty strong, right?
[ A thin veil of sweat forms on his forehead as his eyes stay closed, body leaning back against the couch cushions. ]
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The demon marches over to the couch and rubs his hands together briskly, pausing with realization. ]
Oh, wait. This is my nice shirt. Hold on.
[ His hands quickly unbutton the shirt gracelessly, and since this is his “nice shirt” he doesn’t just toss it on the ground. Instead, he hands it over to Megumi. If he doesn’t take it, he will just put it on a kitchen chair.
And now, back to the sofa. He knows as Devilman this would be very easy, or with his super strength back for sure. He’s not sure what to expect like this, but now that he is challenging himself in front of others, he can’t fail. As so, with a tight posture, he bends his knees and lifts under the sofa, hoisting it carefully off of the ground. The muscles on his arms bulge and tighten, quivering as this proves to be more difficult than he thought. He is able the hold the entire furniture off of the ground for a few moments before putting it back down into place, out of breath. Instantly, he twirls around and sits on the sofa, closing his eyes to steady his breathing. ]
See? Pretty strong, right?
[ A thin veil of sweat forms on his forehead as his eyes stay closed, body leaning back against the couch cushions. ]