The demon noticed someone take a seat on the rocks lining the outside of the smaller body of water. Squinting slightly, he noticed the same attire the officer had been wearing. And he seemed cold. Nearly groaning to himself, he stood and took off his overcoat of his tuxedo, dropping it over the other's head. Not wanting an earful from the other man, he started walking the other way.
The officer gasped when something came over his head and he took off the tux, looking up. “O-oh. Hey, there…” There he goes…. Wait, why do I care?
Hearing the officer's shy tone, the demon stops and turns on his heel. He had a brow raised, a bit confused as he was somewhat called back to the officer. Perhaps he was overthinking things.
The officer swallowed a little and glanced down at the jacket.
"You didn't have to do all of this." He gently took the jacket off and stuck it out towards the Demon.
"You're cold, just keep it," he said simply. The demon didn't bother taking the jacket back. He had plenty others. Thinking about it now, if the officer returned with the item, he might get beaten. Apparently he had things "under control" though.
The officer ran his thumbs over the thick wool of the jacket. "But… it's really nice. I don't think you should give me something like this. I'd probably ruin it," He admitted sheepishly, setting it down. His body gave a tiny shiver.
The demon rolled his eyes before coming closer to the officer again. He sighed as he draped the warm fabric over the other's shoulders again.
"It doesn't really matter if you're not going to see me again," he argued, conflicting emotions making it hard to determine an exact tone he used.
The officer seemed somewhat taken aback by this. "If… if we're not going to see each other again, then there's no reason for you not to take it." He slowly took it off, being aware of the different emotions in the Demon.
The demon raised a brow again before dropping it and pushing the jacket back into his arms.
"You sound upset by my statement. I thought you wanted me to leave." It wasn't a question.
The officer waved and barely caught his balance again, despite sitting on something. "I… I don't know anymore." He pushed the jacket onto a rock on the ground and looked away. He had just grown sharply aware of how stupidly sensitive he was being and despised it.
The demon frowned lightly at the overcoat being placed on the ground. "You don't know anymore," he repeated softly to himself. Humming, the demon thought of an idea. It was an odd one yes, but it would work better than the awkwardness that hung in the air.
"I'm a demon that can be summoned. I'm no contract demon, but if done right, I can be summoned. I could show you how…?" he offered, the end seeming like a question. "That is… so you can let me know of your decision."
The officer sighed softly, his breath rising into the air. The vapor faded off like the smoke of a cigarette, which the officer desperately wanted a smoke of.
"Decision? What type of decision?" The other man asked, glancing over his shoulder.
The man's violet eyes widened slightly. Did he already forget his own words?
"If you want me around or not," the demon said plainly, taking a seat a bit away from the officer.
"Oh." The other man looked down at the lake and shrugged. "I don't really want to go through such a fuss only to tell you something like that. It'd be quite bothersome to you, right?"
The demon chuckled slightly. "Not really," he said. "You forget how fond I am of you," the man added, running his fingers through his dark colored hair.
The officer glanced up at the demon, blinking. "Oh. Well… um… I guess you can stick around if you want."
"You have to be sure about it," the demon stated, tone completely serious. His purple eyes stared into the officer's intently. "Completely sure."
"I mean…. yes?" It sounded like a question but more sure than what he said previously. "I guess I'd like you around."
The demon gave him a confused look. "You don't sound sure," he stated, seeming bored with their conversation already.
The officer sighed softly at the demon's tone and shook his head. "Never mind. It sounds like you're bored here anyway."
"Not with being here, no. Disinterested in your attempt to be sure, yes," the demon replied. It was a one or the other decision. He would no longer bother the officer if he wasn't fully sure about him. However, if he were to stick around, there wasn't much reassurance that he would keep his presence hidden. Especially if the officer returned to Ti each night.
The officer stole another glance to the demon with yet another faint sigh. "I… I guess you can stay. It'd be nice to have someone around who doesn't have the intent on hitting me…" He looked down at the lake.
"Which again, is totally fucked up to hit someone. Especially someone you're supposed to love," the demon reminded. Not that the words were needed. The bruising was enough of a reminder. The man laid back onto the rocks, arms behind his head. It really wasn't comfortable, but the demon could care less at the moment.
The officer shifted under the jacket, pulling it closer around his body and sighing into the thick fabric, his breath rising into the air.
"I guess you're right. I dunno. I think it'd be nice to have you around. Especially after work…"
The demon gave the officer a genuine smile. It was softer than his usual smirk. He nearly chuckled at the thought of how events were turning out. "You think so?" the man asked rhetorically.