Shark Week, Except It's Year Round And Nobody Learns Anything [Denji x Beam]

[DirtyDeku]

Denji loved Sundays. It was the one day a week he had off, and he took that very seriously. Unless Makima asked him to work, but y'know. The little bastard couldn't see the danger of an oncoming train if he tried, though missing an eye didn't exactly help him. Nor did being starved for any sort of usefulness for most of his life. It was going to be pretty embarrassing once he looked back and realized how many people he thought liked him were using him as nothing but a tool or saw him as a profit. It made falling asleep on the toilet look like nothing, though. That's gotta count for something, even if it's not much.

Sitting at the low table, he flips through magazines, both mundane ones like interior decorating and explicit ones displaying scantily clad women and men. He's unable to read anything written, so he goes through them pretty quickly. Luckily, though, he doesn't seem to mind looking at the same ones over and over again. That was one less bother Aki could check off the long list that seemed to accumulate more and more reasons every day he lived with Denji and Power. At least Denji was easy to entertain for the most part, whether it be by the educational TV he watched or pretending he could read.

...Is Aki a Devil Hunter or professional babysitter at this point?

Either way, with Aki and Power out of the house, Denji is really letting loose. Not much different from his usual days off, but alongside wearing sweats and a T-shirt with an anime graphic on it-- My Hero School or something?-- Denji has forgone his eyepatch today. Where his right eye had once been, there was pink flesh taking its place. Without the actual eye to round his eyelids out, they instead remained slightly open at all times, allowing anybody who looked to get at least a little bit of a peek at what hid behind them. This also meant that he turned his head often and had to work with what depth perception he had, which he was more inclined to do when he wasn't maintaining an image for others. ...What image he had, anyways. There's not much to admire about somebody who farts in their hand and throws it at least once a week.

There was really only one person he didn't care much about looking cool in front of.

And speaking of that somebody.

He might have worse vision than most people, but it's hard to miss the very point of a fin sticking out of the floor when he just so happens to look away from his porno-decoration binge. He rolls his remaining eye. It's not that he hated Beam, and he wasn't nearly as annoyed by him as he was at first, but he's even less subtle than Denji was. Not in the slightest. So, Denji picks one of the cushions next to him up and tosses it in the Fiend's general direction. "Why are you here? Haven't you ever heard of lettin' somebody enjoy being alone for once?"