i'd still take you home

’Well, I suppose that could have gone better.’ Sebastien thought absentmindedly as he walked down the streets of the city. Whenever he passed a store, he paused to peer in through the window and either kept walking or quickly browsed through the store’s wares before leaving once he saw they didn’t have what he wanted. Really, one would think someone on the whole damn island would have it, and yet… he was still searching, even-- he spared a moment to check his polished silver pocket watch-- after about three hours. Three hours. Three.

Really, if it hadn’t been a direct order from the little brat-- er, his esteemed young master--, he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. As it were, he wasn’t allowed to return to Emory’s dorm until he had the appropriate shampoo.

After exiting what had to be the sixtieth store, Sebastien sighed and ran a hand through his pale blonde hair, disheveling the normally pristine gentle waves. What really was a testament to how exasperated he was becoming with this inane task, however, was the fact that his superb reflexes didn’t move him before someone all but ran into him. He didn’t stumble or falter, though, and instead enclosed empty arms around the stranger so the other didn’t fall. Curiously enough, the stranger was quite obviously a demon, though Sebastien’s senses told him he was an incubus rather than the more generic subspecies of demon he himself was.

Regardless, he offered what could be a half-smirk, half-smile. “Language, little demon~” He murmured, setting the boy onto his own feet, carefully mindful of the wings sticking out of his cardigan. Once he was able to get a good look at the boy, he became visibly amused at how small the incubus was compared to himself, green eyes flashing with mirth as he added teasingly, "I would also suggest becoming more aware of your surroundings, hm?"

Sebastien allowed a hint of a smirk to pull at his lips as he watched the little demon. ‘I’ve touched a nerve, hm?’ His more demonic instincts were all but purring at him; though he wasn’t an incubus like Levi, all demons were opportunistic bastards, and the little incubus had been all but dropped into his lap. ‘Well… Young master did say not to return until I’ve found his blasted soap. I might as well have a little fun while I’m scouring the globe.’ He thought not a bit dramatically.

“Of course you are aware, little demon. I did not mean to offend.” He said placatingly, almost patronizingly, even as he reached out a hand to play teasingly with a strand of Levi’s hair. “I merely meant that you seem quite thoughtful. Is there something on your mind that you need help, ah… getting distracted from?” His smirk turned into a borderline lecherous grin, the roguish expression adding to Sebastien’s natural charm. His previously olive eyes began to glow a bit, the dull green brightening to a striking emerald color in anticipation of the wonderful time he had no doubt Levi and he could have.