On impact, instead of hitting him, his body turned into and red powder and drifted away.
"Please stop trying to hit me, you'll hurt yourself.
"He patted Tobin's head.
"Eep!!"
He swings again-and smacks himself in the face
"Owwwww-"
"And that's why we don't play with weapons."
He took the stick
"Nnn-"
He rubs his forehead-he has a small lil bump
"Don't touch it, you'll make it worst."
"W-why do you care...?"
"Any demon would care..
"Pft-and why would I believe that...?"
"We aren't monsters."
"Now that I'd believe-if there's one thing angels like doing, it's exaggerating..."
He sighs, going to grab his book and brushing the dirt off the cover
(ree-)
(reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-)
(ree)
