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"I'm going out!"
"Make sure you're disguised!" Jinu called over like a mother, over his shoulder, looking away from his phone-
He rolled his eyes and gestured at himself, already black-haired and brown-eyed. Jinu returned to the phone call. He looked at his own phone, scrolling for the address-
"Where are you heading off to with such a big smile?"
He walked past the pink-haired demon lying languidly on the couch. "None of your business-"
"Mind if I tag along?" asked the other pink one.
"Yeah. So scram-"
"You're talking to Mira?" exclaimed the demon suddenly by his shoulder, looking at his phone-
"He's talking to Mira?!"
He wrenched himself free from the crowding around his arm, but found his phone left in the pinks' clutches.
"Give me that-"
Abby pouted, giving him a betrayed look. "When did you get her number?"
The other one sniffed. "Our little Baby has been stealing her behind our back-"
He elbowed the sap and grabbed the phone as it fell. "You guys are gross. We're just getting some grub-"
"With such secrecy?" Romance gasped, scandalized.
"Yeah. Cause you're all wimps and she knows where to get the spice-"
"Is that a drug?" Jinu asked-
"Literal spice, you grandpa! Chilis! Peppers! Gochukaroo, hong gochoo-"
Abby slung an arm around his shoulder. "If it's not a date, then you don't mind us coming with, right?"
"The more the merrier, I say," the other demon smiled.
His eyes flickered between them, then he grinned. "We're hitting up a tteokbokki spot. Spiciest rice cakes in Seoul, they say. You losers up to it?"
Abby's eye twitched, but he kept the arm around him, because he was an idiot in love. "Sure!"
"I can handle heat," Romance replied smoothly.
"Disguises!" Jinu chimed-
The other boys changed and Baby took a pic of it as he exited the apartment. He sent it, then a message.
idiots incoming
. . .
Didn't they die at the hot sauce challenge?
bring a shovel
He looked down upon the lifeless bodies, devilish gold flickering smugly through the chocolate of his irises.
"Weak," he declared, just as Mira did beside him.
Demon and Hunter shared a look, a nod, knocked their paper cups together, then drank down the rest of the thick liquid fire within.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"This the street with that reaper yangnyeom?"
Mira rolled her eyes. "You fell for that? It's all marketing. They only use like, one Carolina Reaper for the whole day's batch and the rest of it's jalapeño or something-"
"Really? Damn-"
"If you want real reaper chicken, there's this place like a station away. It's got fire and flavor. They make you sign a waiver for ordering anything-"
"For real?"
"Oh yeah."
They walked away, leaving the other two Saja Boys prone on the table.