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Who: Mikio and everyone
What: Mikio isn't fond of tree houses, especially near fairies. So he starts digging out a new home.
Where: Whitewood
When: The next day after the arriving announcement.

The blood of Mikio's mother coursed through Mikio's veins. He had the blood an insect, and a ground-level one at that. Even if he was given a tree home, Mikio decided that he'd much rather build himself an underground bedroom than sleep in the treetops where the fairies could do god-knows-what with him.

So here he is, using all four of his arms to dig out a nice hole next to a tree. He's an absolute mess, just covered in dirt. He's also topless, therefore his wings and arms are shown. He's pretty much easy to spot at this time, considering not only the monstrous appendages, but he's also throwing dirt everywhere as he quickly digs through the rich soil. He's a pretty strong guy, so the dirt can be thrown up to feet away.

...Was someone happening to walk by at the time? They most likely just got hit in the head with a handful of dirt. Mikio will apologize for that later. He's very preoccupied at the moment.

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[ he takes that as an okay to walk closer, so he can peer at your handiwork ]

I have a pretty sturdy body.

Besides that, what are you up to?

A sturdy body...? [Well Mikio was now curious in taking off that shirt to take a look!

Ahem.]

Oh, ah. [He turns to his hole] Making a bedroom. I'm not used to sleeping in cool, high places.

You sleep in the ground?

[ he peers in again to see how deep the hole is ]

Yes. Well...my mother's kind can live in the ground or in mountain regions. But I was raised in an underground home. It's much warmer and cozier. Very sturdy against the elements, too.

[The hole is diagonal, about five feet inwards.]

Also...better protection against these hateful fairies.

[Mikio slowly approaches Haruto, interested in that so-called 'sturdy' body. His gaze scans Haruto up and down, while he's describing his preferred living conditions.]

Sounds fun. And warm.

[ he doesn't move away from mikio. he just stands there, curiously peering at the hole and wondering if he can fit in there too ]

Yes, it's warm. It has to be, otherwise I can curl up and die in my sleep.

[SAID SO NONCHALANTLY, TOO...]

I am cold-blooded, you see. I cannot make my own heat.

[Finally, Mikio's slender fingers lightly touched Haruto's clavicle, as if it's helping him study his body better.]

[ he pauses when you do that, standing still for you but he doesn't comment on it. instead, he continues their conversation ]

Are you sure you don't need a blanket or something?

[A small chuckle] A blanket can only do so much. Humans like you generate and emit body heat. That is why a blanket seems to grow warmer as you use it. Your heat is captured within it, and can't escape.

Since I do not generate the same body heat, the only blankets useful are those modern ones that heat up at the press of a button.

[Throughout the entire time he lectured Haruto about ~science~, his fingers traveled around his clavicle, neck, and around his shoulders. Quite a touchy guy, isn't he?]

[ he stays still for you, not really minding it. he's used to people touching him. he's used to one nara shunpei clinging to him like a limpet. this is nothing for him ]

Quite a knowledgeable guy, aren't you?

[Mikio eyes grow big and wide as he stared at Haruto in bliss.]

Yes! I have learned about it long ago during my travels in human civilization. Reading about humans is quite fascinating.

[It's almost as if his eyes were sparkling.]

You're really interested in humans, aren't you? You have to be if you know so much.

[Mikio turned even redder.]

...Yes. Ever since I was very little, I always thought humans were a curious sort. They can change a lot in a relatively short amount of time, while demons pretty much stay the same for quite a while.

Why do demons stay the same for that long?

...Who knows?

Perhaps...it's because they live so long. Humans die quickly, and are always looking for change. Whether it be for convenience or a way to live longer. But demons are immortal, and need certain ways to be killed. Perhaps demons take their life for granted, seeing as they live long. Perhaps they don't see the need for change. So not only do they stay the same, but their mindset stays, too. That is perhaps why so many demons in my world are so old-fashioned.

Now that I think about it, the demon world is only now just beginning to modernize to become similar to the human world. Even then, this is still a new process and many older demons see no use for it.

[ he gives a slow whistle ]

Sound tough to be a demon, then.