After Practice: Thérèse and Davian
"Really?" Davian perked up immediately, easily able to focus on the moment again when it included the promise of OJ. And it wasn't like Ms. Edouard to lie about it.
He hopped up to his feet, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he scooted down the row after her, his tail swaying more contentedly than it had before talking with her. He didn't think about it, but it was something his mother used to do for him, give him OJ to quiet him down, silence his fears. His real mother hadn't done it from the kindness of her heart, but more because it was sour and tart and not sweet and nutritious for a growing demon like Davian had been. Still, he'd latched onto that idea, that OJ was comfort food, and Davian used it whenever he felt bad about himself or doubted his own course of action, or really any time at all. It made perfect natural sense to him for Ms. Edouard to give him some.