He stayed silent, thinking of what he said. His mouth opened a bit, tapping the demon head on his cane handle with his index finger. “Ah, that would have been a better description, I’d say.” He smiled, kicking his cane gently before spinning it and resting it on his shoulder. “Oh why thank you. I admire such a—” He stopped midway when he averted his attention at a woman that walked passed them. Tilting his head to the side and seeing how…plain the woman was, he sighed and shook his head in disappointment. “It’s saddening to see the prehistoric fashion sense that humans wear these days. Do they not know it makes them look like cavemen?”
“ honestly, she looks like she just gave up. ” he laughs a little, though he feels mostly disappointed, “ oh no, even cavemen knew what went together, they look like plain old animals, and not the cute kind. ” his arms cross, one over the other, and he blows out a sigh, “ besides the purely disappointing fashion sense of some humans, i don’t think i caught your name? mine is pitch, by the way. ” he smirks lightly and confidently, studying his nails for a breif moment before returning his attention to the man before him. “ can you believe they’ve been on this earth nearly 2000 years, and they dress like nothing’s changed. i know for a fact there’s a lot more than ripped jeans and flannel shirts. "
