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The irony here in Ma'ai and Damien's conversation though

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This was not the outcome he had in mind. Ma'ai let the spoon from his hand clink the his bowl as he watched Chrissa run off. Her distress was evident; if not by her tone, then surely by her behavior. Ma'ai had never seen Chrissa so upset before and didn't realize how much it would bother him until now. But what could he do? Ma'ai remained seated as Anuriel ran off after Chrissa to correct her error. When Damien spoke up again, he picked up his spoon once more and began to fiddle with it. "I tend to avoid these kinds of things so I do not have much experience with it." He shrugged before adding, "How long have you and Chrissa known each other?"

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Ma'ai likely would have choked on his food if he hadn't been previously warned about this. He felt a little bad for Damien; having the spotlight shined onto him like that must've been quite uncomfortable. Although, Ma'ai didn't really see reason to interfere so he simply kept silent and continued to eat his meal. The demon would have to fend for himself on this. The conversation became slightly less awkward when Anuriel asked Chrissa about working for her and Ma'ai hoped the topic would stay on that. So long as it avoided touching back on the discussion on affectionate feelings, he didn't really care where the conversation went.

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Ma'ai was still laughing rather loudly when he hurried to get up and help Chrissa. "Wait wait, no need to do that! I'll take care of it, it's partly my fault." But she'd already left again and Ma'ai wasn't entirely sure she'd heard him. By now the trio were receiving funny looks from others here in the cafeteria and Ma'ai promptly shut up. The smirk remained plastered between his cheeks, however, when he began swiping the tabletop clean and collecting the crumbs in his hand so he could properly dispose of the mess. Ma'ai paused when Anuriel whispered to him, and a wicked grin tugged at the edge of his lips. It disappeared as quickly as it had come though since Ma'ai didn't want to give away the little secret. "Is that why he's been so quiet?" he whispered back. Without waiting for an answer, Ma'ai straightened up and promptly left to find a bin to dump the crumbs in. He returned shortly afterward, clean hands and all, then sat down to eat the soup Chrissa had brought him. It smelled delicious and he'd been dying to taste it since she first brought it.

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Ma'ai reflectively caught the burnt piece of toast tossed at him and tossed it right back at Damien. The last time he'd been in a food fight was probably years ago. He felt obscenely immature by participating but if he was being honest with himself, it was actually quite amusing. Anuriel and Damien's contagious laughter certainly added to the situation and Ma'ai couldn't help but join. "I don't get it" he barely managed to get out between breaths. Just when it seemed like he was ready to stop, he began snickering again.

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There was a moment where the angel's gaze followed Chrissa as she ran off to grab something for everyone to eat. He snapped his attention back to the demons sitting with him. Ma'ai was oblivious to whatever it was Anuriel was picking up on from Damien's behavior, but he considered her words carefully. "Ah yes, I believe I have. Just now before coming here actually." That must have been the woman which General Highwind kept referring to as 'Stormy' back in Lord Crescent's tent. Ma'ai twitched in start when Damien and Anuriel suddenly began acting what he initially believed to be aggressively, but that idea was quickly proven wrong as it soon became clear that they were merely teasing. He assumed this meant that the pair was closer to each other than he and Chrissa were. "Am I missing something?" Ma'ai asked innocently, wondering what joke it was he was being left out of.

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"Pleasure to meet you, Anuriel." The angel listened while Anuriel returned the favor by introducing herself to him. Her suspicions caught him a bit off guard and Ma'ai scrambled to come up with an answer that wouldn't sound weird. He mindlessly rubbed at the back of his neck. "I guess you could call it that" he responded with a light chortle. "We met some time back when she used to work at a local flower shop in our hometown." He probably fit under the category of a 'regular' there. Not wanting to come off as rude, Ma'ai turned his attention to other demon, Damien, and stuck out his hand to shake too.

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Ma'ai had finally come to the realization that the female demon who'd offered him to join them at the table, was in fact Chrissa's boss. He hoped that approaching her like this wasn't going to get her in trouble but thankfully Anuriel seemed to be perfectly fine with it. His face split into a wide grin when Chrissa was granted permission to stay. Her company and familiar presence would be a nice temporary distraction from things. Just then, his stomach grumbled rather loudly in protest to his inability to completely satisfy it during the past weeks. Sure prepacked non-perishables were filled with the stuff needed to keep the body running, but those were just the bare necessities. "If I'm being entirely honest, I'm quite literally starving so anything would be perfectly fine so long as it's edible and doesn't take long to prepare." Ma'ai dropped the line like it was the most casual thing he could have said. Just for the fun of it and to keep the atmosphere from becoming too serious Ma'ai added a friendly smile for Chrissa. Then, he turned his attention to the others. Ma'ai was biased but that didn't mean he didn't know his manners. "Forgive me, I've yet to properly introduce myself. My name is Ma'ai Thos Narkissos but most just refer to me as Ma'ai." He stuck out a hand towards Anuriel to shake.

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Ma'ai hesitated only a moment before accepting Anuriel's offer, too exhausted to be bothered by the fact that she carried nothing but pure demon blood in her veins. Same as the guy Chrissa was speaking with. "Thank you" he responded, giving a quick nod of his head. Ma'ai would bear the indignation of surrounding himself with the natural enemy if it meant avoided conflict and that he'd be able to have a little chat with Chrissa. Unfortunately for him though, it seemed she was working now and he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to get her attention without distracting her from her job. With a tired exhale, Ma'ai sat down and made himself comfortable. Needless to say he was pleasantly surprised when Chrissa returned. Her question caught him slightly off guard but then he realized she hadn't quite recognized him yet. No matter. Ma'ai cleared his throat and grinned, making a reference back to how they met in the first place. "Yes, may I please get one bouquet of roses and two of random assortment? Anything but black." At the time, Ma'ai had just completed his training and was on vacation. So, he decided to get a little something for his sisters and mother before returning home. They all loved flowers but unfortunately Ma'ai didn't know anything about them, that's why he'd been so vague with his order. Chrissa's flower shop back on Genesis was pretty underrated, something Ma'ai would argue for if given the opportunity.

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✟ ｎａｍｅ： Je'Nai _{(pronounced ĵe-nà-ee; variant take on the name Jane)} Icarus Obscurokht
✟ ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ： Jenna or Icar
✟ ａｇｅ： 31
✟ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ： Female
✟ ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ： Hybrid
✟ ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ： Makeup Artist
✟ ｐｏｗｅｒｓ： Her wings can turn into ravens, each capable of individuality.

✟ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：

If Je'Nai were to be assigned a color for her personality it would most definitely be red. More specifically a ruby or blood shade. This Hybrid, though leaning closer towards the humble side of the spectrum, takes definite pride in her skills but will also always readily accept constructive criticism. Je'Nai considers her ability to accentuate the body's natural aesthetic a taught talent, something anybody could do if they really strive for it. She is very passionate about her work and is constantly looking for new things to learn. Ironically, despite her feisty and unapologetic attitude, there's still that almost natural sense of submission lingering within her. It's a rare sight indeed but frighten her enough and it'll surely show itself.

✟ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ：

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✟ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ：

5'1" tall, titanium quarts-esque eyes (black with an iridescent tint in the right lighting), vantablack hair that hovers just above her shoulders, porcelain skin. Her wings are large, translucent, and dual in color (white outside, black inside). They're comprised largely of down-type feathers instead of flight-type ones so while they're very soft, they're useless for transportation. They also shed a lot more than normal so Ja'Nai is very strict on keeping them kempt.

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