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	“Of course we can share,” Akira said as she returned his smile. “I mean, I did such a wonderful job supervising up there that you’d have to pay me something for it.” Aside from her attempts at humor, though, it was kind of hard to strike up an actual conversation. She almost started grumbling about how nice it would be to have a phone herself before she realized that she didn’t have anyone other than Pax to call. Then again, one of the first things that she noticed about humans since she came here was that though they spent a lot of time staring at their phones, they didn’t use them to call each other very often. She’d probably just end up looking at stupid videos on the internet between naps, which was fine by her. 

	After more thoughts on the subject, they eventually ended up back at the apartment. Akira rolled her eyes as Pax just dropped the body on the floor without a second thought and left to wash the rust off of her hands. Even if Pax just spilt Coke all over the floor, it wouldn’t crust over and start smelling as weird as blood would. It probably wouldn’t give him as many diseases, either. She sighed as she went back into the living room, kicked off her boots, sat down on the couch, and crossed her legs before throwing her feet on the coffee table, lolling her head back against the top of the couch for a moment.

	“So he’ll pay the bills and all that for a while, right?” The demon asked, looking over the various items with mild interest. She didn’t really like crunching numbers too much, mostly because she was never taught about how to do it, so she generally left that sort of thing to Paxton. The general bureaucracy of the human world was something she could never wrap her head around.