Dire Wolf Devil
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป.
Masaru slowly moved closer, letting his wet nose touch Dei's chin as he smirked, keeping his eyes closed.
Dei-Loki kept his smile continuing to softly pat Masaru's fur before closing his eyes once again.
"Why not?"
"I see nothing wrong with it." Akumu agreed, a grin on his face.