Remember: everything LYRIC | MUTE DEMON says is made up.

fuck, heโ€™s horny. and he *canโ€™t fucking ask for it.* he buries his head in your shoulder and moans loosely. โ€œ โŒฟโŒฐโŸ’โƒโŒ‡โŸ’ โ€”โ€œ shit. he keeps slipping up with his demonspeak. he can already taste brimstone on his tongue even from that simple phrase; he needs to learn to shut up. he looks at you pleadingly, hoping you understand him.