"I'm bored." Staz groans, a manga book over his face. "Well, maybe if you went to that meeting, you would've had something to do, at least." Fuyumi sighs.
"What? You mean that weird human group where you 'talk about your feelings'? Uh, no. Just because I accidently demolished half a city, doesn't mean I have to 'talk' about a single thing. If anything, those buildings were in my way."
"That's illegal, Staz."
"It's not illegal if you don't live in that dimension, Fuyumi."
"Fine." She grumbles. Staz freezes, raising the manga over his head. "Are you mad at me?"
"No." Fuyumi pouts. "Yeah. You're mad, alright. Well. I'm sorry." He sighs.
"Why are you apologizing to me? Those buildings didn't belong to me. Can't you at least sympathize with that city?" Fuyumi suggests.
"Well, I sort of sympathize... for the buildings." He humors.
"I still can't believe how many crimes you can get away with if you're connected to the Demon World." Fuyumi shakes her head.
"Well, technically, there's no specific organization, but someone might go after you. But I guess you can somewhat consider Hydra. Though, it takes a little longer than other demons would have it."
Fuyumi opens her mouth to breathe another word, but is interrupted by the sound of the elevator settling to the the doors slide open, Wolf trudges in, hands in his pockets. "Yo, Sta-Wh-why is she wearing that!?" He clasps his hand over his nose, blood seeping out from in between his fingers.
"Oh, that?" Staz points calmly to the revealing maid dress tightly fitted onto Fuyumi.
"Uh, yeah, 'that'.Isn't it ,like, illegal?" Wolf suggests, vigorously snatching tissues.
"Some hobo sold this to us for ten dollars. Not a bad deal." The vampire shrugs. "And, besides, it's not illegal if you don't live in that dimension."
"You morons honestly think you know much about politics?" A voice cuts in. Mamejirou.
"Mame!" Fuyumi cheers, as the demon leaps into her embrace. With his high level of cuteness, he was able to dominate the ghost's heart, and demand a caressing whenever he wanted.
"If you territory bosses think you are experts at politics, then let's see who's better."
"Huh?" Wolf and Staz synchronized, raising their eyebrows.
"I won!" Wolf threw down the game controller. "That's cheating. Let's play again." Staz frowned.
"FOOL! The winner gets-"
"Excalibur, get out of this fan fiction."
"But-"
"Get out."
"FOOL! I SHALL RETUR-"
"Bye." Staz shoved the small weapon into the elevator.
"As I was saying..." Mamejirou cleared his throat. "The winner gets Maid Fuyumi for a day. But, they have to stay in this building. We can't have her fading when she'll need Staz' blood or something."
"Wait. I don't think this contest is over yet. First of all, what does the rounds of survival in Call of Duty have to do with politics?" Staz complains.
"Afterlife is unfair. Deal with it, Staz." Wolf rolls his eyes. "And besides, you have all of the other days to..." He reddens, trailing off.
"Well, actual politics focuses on the ruling of your territory." Staz grumbles. Everyone stares at him in awe- even the dazed Fuyumi.
"You actually said something intelligent, Staz." They say in unison. "I told you I was inelegant."
"Um, I think you mean intell-" Fuyumi suggests. "Don't talk back to me, missy."
"Never mind, you're a complete moron." Mame and Wolf sigh.
"At least I know the difference between surviving virtual zombies and governing a territory." Staz spits.
"Yeah... Sort of." Worriedly, Wolf and Fuyumi rest their hands on each sides of his shoulders, reassuring his arrogant beliefs.
"That's right. Politics with Staz is the best politics." He boasts.