Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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My eyes follow the sharp point of the needle weaving in and out of the fabric of a doll held in Koda's hand, the black thread tightening between pieces and securing them into place. The demon hums a cheerful song as he works with his feet propped on top of the table we sit at.
"Want some help? I'm pretty good at sewing." I offer, feeling the need to do something with my fingers, plus I wanted to make myself useful while I wait. I suppose I'm just a little bit on edge. It isn't that Koda isn't nice, but I still feel strange after my check-up with Luther. The memory of him ripping out his own body parts made my blood run cold. It's weird that it seems to be a normal thing for him. This place never fails to catch me off-guard. At least the marks he left have gone away. Even the scar had disappeared, which was amazing. It's no wonder Phil thought to bring me here. His methods might be crazy as all heck, but I'm confident Luther will be able to make a better medicine for my condition after seeing how quick the cream worked. Koda's head perked, and his eyes lit up at my offer.
"Oh, sure! That'd be great! I got a bunch of orders for these, so some help would be nice." With a bright smile, he pushes a pile of fabric over to me before reaching up to his left ear to slip a sewing needle out of the lobe. I was surprised. I thought they were just earrings. Looks like they double as both. I find myself smiling at this.
'How cool.' He sets the needle down beside a spool of black thread before meeting my gaze.
"Just don't close up the chest area. I have to put a little something special in there." With a wink, the demon chuckles. I have no idea what he meant by that, but perhaps it's better that I don't know. I start to piece together my doll, doing my best to replicate the look of the one he was working on. Not wanting to sit in silence, I strike up a conversation.
"I like sewing. I find it very calming." I smile fondly and give a small sigh. "I even owned a store where I made all sorts of things. It always made me happy to see people enjoying my work." Koda looks over to me and smiles.
"Really? That's awesome! Personally, I prefer working in here. I like being surrounded by all my favorite things, plus it's comfy, and sometimes I'm just too lazy to leave my room, so it just works better for me." He laughs, resting his chin on the palm of his hand while looking me over. "You miss it, huh?" I nod a bit solemnly.
"A little, but I don't regret coming here. I miss a lot of things, but at the same time, this place excites me. It's something new and different. I never got to travel much, so it's very thrilling." I smile brightly as warmth touched my cheeks. I hardly noticed, though. "And, Phil has been very considerate. He does his best to make me feel at home. He even had a whole sewing room made for me." Koda drank up the information with an adoring look on his face as he went back to sewing the doll.
