If Liberty was angry before, he is nothing but a hot, raging torch now.
“D-damian! How did you get in?” Naomi hurried to the blond no. 2’s personal space and grabbed his left arm so he could direct him somewhere far from the devil. Because she knows that Damian was able to see him or sense him or whatever, just now. The devil irked at the sight of their skin touching each other but he held his space, swallowing a few impatient protests to watch the two humans interact with each other in a safe distance.
Liberty doesn’t want to remember the boy’s name. But Naomi makes it impossible for him. It pisses him that the girl became like a toddler speaking for the first time, her first word being Damian and she can’t seem to stop mouthing the ugly name over and over when every time she says Lib
