Leaving Flonne to jump in the pool or whatever the hell she wanted to do, Laharl had also ended up lurking. All the women around with the sexy bodies had pretty much forced him into the position. He was doing better than when he'd encountered Urd, but he was sure his stomach still felt a bit nauseous. Damn that goddess.
So he was keeping back, still keeping a eye on his vassal, but mostly trying to NOT look.
However, one person sure caught his eye. Wasn't that him? That white-haired freak Overlord? What the heck was he doing?
Laharl wasn't all THAT curious, of course, of what he was doing. No, his curiousity in Mao increased because of how much closer the demon kept getting to the pool's edge. Well, okay, not so much curiousity as it was shere temptation. How much of a knock would it take to shove that freak into the pool? Probably not much. Just a good firm kick! Oh damn, was it ever tempting.
The only issue in the way of his fun was that damn Genie. Would he notice if Laharl did something? Gah, probably--Well, wait. What did he care anyways? Geez, all these humans were getting to him.
Still, there was no reason to make it obvious, right?
Then it came to him. That would work easily! Laharl knew how he was going to do this.
Noting where there was a bunch of food, Laharl moved from the chair he'd been perched on and headed that way, passing behind Mao. It wasn't Laharl that attempted to give Mao a shove, but rather it was the boy's scarf that shifted magically to Laharl's will, giving a push to Mao's back.
Whatever was happening behind him, Laharl was already three quarters of the way to the food table. It couldn't work out much more perfect than this. A snack and a show! Good thing his stomach was suddenly feeling a lot better.
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So he was keeping back, still keeping a eye on his vassal, but mostly trying to NOT look.
However, one person sure caught his eye. Wasn't that him? That white-haired freak Overlord? What the heck was he doing?
Laharl wasn't all THAT curious, of course, of what he was doing. No, his curiousity in Mao increased because of how much closer the demon kept getting to the pool's edge. Well, okay, not so much curiousity as it was shere temptation. How much of a knock would it take to shove that freak into the pool? Probably not much. Just a good firm kick! Oh damn, was it ever tempting.
The only issue in the way of his fun was that damn Genie. Would he notice if Laharl did something? Gah, probably--Well, wait. What did he care anyways? Geez, all these humans were getting to him.
Still, there was no reason to make it obvious, right?
Then it came to him. That would work easily! Laharl knew how he was going to do this.
Noting where there was a bunch of food, Laharl moved from the chair he'd been perched on and headed that way, passing behind Mao. It wasn't Laharl that attempted to give Mao a shove, but rather it was the boy's scarf that shifted magically to Laharl's will, giving a push to Mao's back.
Whatever was happening behind him, Laharl was already three quarters of the way to the food table. It couldn't work out much more perfect than this. A snack and a show! Good thing his stomach was suddenly feeling a lot better.