Davian had his fingers laced together and planted on the crown of his head, avoiding the jagged edges of his chopped black horns. His eyes were half closed, assuming a bored and tired expression he wore when he was trying to act like nothing in the world bothered him.
No naps, though? The Sloth demon's eyes widened a bit with worry. Mr. Farrowe couldn't stop him from having naps, could he? He couldn't. Davian could fall asleep almost on command, anywhere, any time, and in any kind of situation. The fires of Hell couldn't keep him awake. Mmm, fire. That sounded nice and warm just then.
"Look, Teach." Davian sighed and brought his hands down to fold his arms and slouch with one shoulder against the wall, Sasha between himself and the vampire. "Little halfsie here has had it out for me ever since he found out who I was. He'd do anything to get one over me. Makes up shit all the time in detention that I did, like setting his ass on fire. Shit like that. Kid thinks he outranks me in the demon hierarchy."
Davian spoke openly and freely about what Sasha was in front of the teacher, knowing it would annoy Sasha and hopefully make the little half-human make a fool of himself. "I tried to be a good demon and reach out to him, take him under my wing and-- and shit like that." Davian shrugged off the wing comment that had his old scars tingling from empty wing bone shoulder joints. "He didn't want it, so. He's not my problem. And when have I ever gone out of my way to deal with something that wasn't my problem? Hmm?"