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Koriko had, in truth, not been that bad.

Waking up from Koriko to find herself back in Mogeko Castle, that had been bad. Having to fight her way through Mogeko Castle a, what, third time? That had been aggravating. And throwing herself through the portal on the top floor, to find herself in a world of constant war between angels and demons-

Well, at least she already knew somebody there. Sherbet recognized her, and that meant she was sticking close to him for as long as he didn't get sick of her. So far he hadn't dumped her out in the cold (heh).

It's not that she couldn't defend herself... it's just that she wasn't going to be going up against a demon and winning anytime soon, as much as she trained. At least she wasn't sitting around doing nothing.

As harsh of a world as this was, it wasn't the castle, and that counted for something.

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"I'm pretty good at treating injuries! I don't have magic or anything but I know how to deal with a lot of stuff."

What she couldn't blame on Mogeko Castle, she blamed on Koriko. That about covered where she picked up most of her skills.

"I'd be happy to help you."

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This pleases him, actually; she'll be useful, and that'll assuage any complaints the others should have.

"Hahah, I'm sure Shorty will be happy to have someone else around like her," he says flippantly, grinning. He is teasing, of course. "Then I won't have to feel so bad about disappearing half the time."

He isn't really 'home' all that often, truth be told. His job is information-gathering and healing and pulling people out of the field before they die horribly.

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"I figured you'd be busy... That's oka- hey, what was that about me being short? You're just tall."

She doesn't like the idea of him going out and risking himself, but that's war, isn't it? She couldn't possibly ask him not to.

But it doesn't excuse short jokes!

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Okay, he can't help laughing even more at her disdain.

"Yeah, I've been called a tree once or twice, but you and Shorty are both kinda small. S'not my fault," Sherbet replies airily once he's done chuckling. "Man, if I loaned you my halo, you could even look like a proper angel, just... without the wings. Cute!"

He does think it's cute. In fact, he'll consider it, taking his halo off into one of his gloved hands.

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As embarrassed as she is about being called cute... "Wait, you can just take off the halo?"

She's gonna reach out and touch it in his hands now. Please don't be some weird kinky thing.

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"Standard issue," he says, shrugging lightly. No, fortunately, it's not some 'weird kinky thing', although no one would put that PAST him.

"Sometimes I steal Shorty's. She doesn't really like it." He has been beaten on more than one occasion in which he thought it'd just lighten the mood and be funny, was all. "I mean, we're all created with one, but you don't really need it."

There were, indeed, a lot of soldiers who, to remain indiscreet, chose not to wear them.

"Well, to put it another way... if people could tell what you were just from the halo, I think that'd be kind of bad for stealth."

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"Good point." She sets his halo on top of her head. Positively angelic.

"But isn't it still hard to pass as a demon if you don't have horns and demon wings and everything?"

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The most angelic, it's almost like you've never killed anything, Yonaka. Almost.

"It would be, if we didn't have ways of properly disguising ourselves." He got a lot of things this way. "But we do keep the halos somewhere safe; it's kind of an identifier. You can tell the real article if you know what to look for."

Magic signature, or something like that. He's not at liberty to explain too in-depth, or he'd get in trouble for information leaks.

"It's a lot easier to fake some horns and stuff than it is to remove them."

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"Makes sense."

Yonaka fiddles with the halo for a second - is it big enough to pull down over her face, probably not - before returning it to him. "Looks better on you."

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Sherbet snorts, watching her action.

"Little bit too big for you, though I don't think you need one! Honorary angel. You maimed a demon, after all!"

He says it so cheerfully, but he'll hold it in his hands and then put it back on his head, and it'll just float there, somehow, around that hair of his that's always mussed and sticking out too much.

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"Aww, thanks. I'll treasure my angelship forever."

Anyway, anyone would've maimed a demon in that situation. She doesn't think much of it.