Second Person POV:

My my, how wonderfully entertaining it is to spectate this. Though, I do wonder if it would be more interesting to just...

pause

...make a little adjustment? There. That'll be so fun to watch.

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You stick out your blue-stained tongue, which matched Douma's almost exactly. You see that there was a few extra tiny pieces of the candy you had missed eating, so you toss them into your mouth with an appreciative grin. You crunch on them for a few seconds, swallowing them too fast.

You momentarily start coughing on the remnants of the candy stuck inside of your throat, effectively choking you. Douma stares at you to see if you needed any help, making sure he caught your gaze if you looked at him. However, you simply held up a hand to stop him from helping you just yet.

After a few more seconds of choking from the candy, you finally calm yourself down, though still breathing heavily. Your knuckles begin to regain color as you release your firm grip on the bench, your fingernails retracting from deep inside the material of the surface.

You smile at Douma wearily, loosening your hold on the bench. You put down your hand as a confirmation that you were, in fact, okay. Despite you reassuring Douma that you were okay, you felt far from it. You were almost positive that you'd start coughing blood out again, which you knew Douma wouldn't let slide.

"(Y/N)?" Douma repeats for the third time, waving a hand right in front of your face. You peer back up at him. 

"Hm? Y..." you clear your throat, noticing how hoarse you felt it was. "Yes, Douma?" Your eyes flit across his face, reading expression and noticing prevalent worry.

"You seemed dazed. Are you okay?" He asks, and in response, you chuckle lightly. "I'm completely alright." You respond, reaching your hand up and petting him on the head, which turned out to be the perfect distraction.

Suddenly, you feel another itching in your throat, causing you to retract your hand quickly, beginning to violently hack blood, though not petals - thank goodness, into the papery fabric of the napkin.

Douma, who had been melting under the enjoyment of the headpats, snaps his eyes open, shoots up straight, and looks at you worriedly, just as he did before.

"That's it. I'm calling the cult physician when we return from here." He insists firmly, leaning over to hand you more napkins, which you gratefully yet guiltily receive.

You eventually get over your coughing fit, taking several moments to regulate your breathing, all while holding onto his arm for support so you didn't fall off of the bench. "Okay..." you reluctantly sigh. "But can we at least have a nice night out before we go back, please?" You ask him, hope in your eyes.

You really didn't want your new condition to ruin every good experience you could have with Douma. You simply refused to let it get in the way of what you wanted to do. It was not life threatening, so it was not important enough to interrupt your time together.

Douma glances over at your hopeful pleading, wanting so bad to say no to you. "Dammit, (Y/N). But if you faint, I'm taking you home immediately. Deal?" He holds out his pinkie as a cute gesture, so you take it. "Deal." You reply, a pleased smile on your face.

After a couple more minutes of reassuring Douma you weren't going to die, you both clean up the mess of leftover candy and napkins from earlier. You see Douma attempt to take another bite out of the blue rock candy you had left, only for you to smack it away.

"Douma, that's been on the ground, you child." You say strictly, tossing the rest of the mess away into the tiny trash bucket you had found. You drag him along down the pathway, heading nowhere with a great determination to get there. Douma couldn't help but let a smile cross his face, finding amusement in annoying you. 

The previous situation was completely forgotten as Douma begins laughing at your firm reaction. There was nobody else around in your world at that moment, just Douma and the fun little laugh he had developed in the past month. His walking turned into short bouts of staggering after you, somehow losing the ability to multitask at the mention of something he found funny.

You tug the man along, both of your paces slowing greatly due to the huge, laughing deadweight you were lugging along. People were starting to stare at him, though not in a bad way. Many of the passerby smiled at the curious man, some even starting to laugh as well, shaking their heads as they walked past.

"What is so funny?" You press, positively unable to hold your own smile. Douma shakes his head, his face turning red. 

"Ah-ahem...I don't even know at this point! I just started and now I can't stop!" Douma wheezes, dramatically falling against a wooden wall on the side of the road. He doubles over in laughter, and you chuckle near silently, your features soft as you watch him have fun.

Damn, he was obnoxious. You were usually bothered by loud people, especially if you were in public with them and they were attracting attention. However, you didn't seem to mind watching Douma laugh and laugh for particularly no reason whatsoever. It was quite cute, honestly.

You suddenly get an idea, your eyes lighting up. 

You study your surroundings, watching all of the bright lights and groups of people passing by. You listen to all of the sounds around you, hearing Douma calming himself down, people chatting amongst themselves, even the rustling of the trees outside of the village.

In an instant, you grab Douma in a bridal carry, jumping onto the roof of one of the shorter houses. He was quite heavy, but you could handle it. You didn't break a leg at the beginning of your training with him for nothing.

"Ehh?" Douma says, confused but willing to go along with the flow. You hop across the buildings, barely making each jump. The tiles under you make a soft 'click' from the weight your rapidly moving body combined with Douma's, leaving a trail of sound behind you as you hopped along.

"Close your eyes, princess." You say jokingly, but he complies nonetheless. By the time you had said that, you were already halfway out of the city, which was quite impressive. Though you weren't strong enough to defeat a demon anywhere near his level, he had still trained you very well.

Eventually, you allow him down from your arms. Douma trips over his own long pants, half stumbling onto the soft grass. You reflexively grab onto his belt and yank him back by the waist so that he wouldn't go tumbling down the hill. He had tripped on purpose so that you would catch him, but you didn't realize that.

After positioning yourselves in a way that you both could see the magnificent view set before you, you let out a soft breath you had been holding in. Douma's goofy smile fades into a look of appreciative awe. Inwardly, you felt a hint of pride at being able to surprise Douma in such a positively marvelous way.

"Tada..." You say under your breath, in awe at the scenery before you. When you were scouting possible viewing spots from the ground, you hadn't even imagined that the view would be this pretty.

This particular spot gave the two of you a clear view of the entirety of the brightly lit city, allowing you to see everything from the tops of the tallest buildings to the smallest of children running about. 

From your views down in the streets, you never would've noticed the picturesque beauty of the place. 

"Does it remind you of home, (Y/N)?" Douma murmurs to you, his boisterous mood dimmed down into a content sort of joy, though still happy either way.

You wait a moment before slowly shaking your head. "No..this is much more...bright, in a way. Not physically, but emotionally bright. My hometown gives me a sort of peace when I see all the hustle and bustle, but this gives me a more active sort of joy...and awe." You explain, pauses frequent in your careful explanation.

Douma nods along, attentively hearing your words. "Mmm...I understand. Your home town is more like-" he starts humming a smooth tune, which you close your eyes and listen to, "-but this is like-" he changes the smooth tune to one that could be described as more bouncy, more energetic.

You snap open your eyes and turn to him, looking appalled.

For a nanosecond, a flash of worry swipes across Douma's face. Why did you look at him like that? Were you mad at him? Did he do something wrong? What was it, woman!?

"That's exactly it!" You say emphatically, moving from a cross-legged position to sitting on your knees, facing him. You don't mind the grass that tickled your clothed legs, knowing that it wasn't muddy and you wouldn't have to worry about staining your fancy kimono.

His rainbow eyes widen in a shocked sort of glee at being able to accurately capture your feelings about the subject, let alone on the first try. Shit, he thought he'd need to think of an escape plan.

"Wait, really? I didn't think that would actually work!" Douma gasps in excitement, his words being separated by short huffs of giggling. 

"Well it did!" You reply back, just as much energy in your voice as his.

You both stare at each other for a silent moment, Douma snorting up a suppressed laugh before the two of you simply burst out into fits of chuckling.

Douma, holding his stomach, kicks his legs up and plops his head onto your lap, leading you to fall back onto the grass. Your head sinks into the green grass, which was not the kind that made you red and itchy and gave you stains, but a softer, more mossy sort of grass.

"Douma!" You attempt to scold him but fail miserably, out of breath from wheezing out your guts - in a good way, of course.

"Now you know how I felt earlier!" He exclaims in acute realization. "You seemed so confused on why I was laughing earlier, but now you get it!" 

You pause for a second, hearing the wind whistling in the trees in your moment of silence.

"Yeah, I suppose I do get it now." You reply in a satisfactory tone, shifting your arms to hold up your head comfortably. Your eyes flit across the darkened sky, the one that both you and Douma saw every single night.

He had grown bored of this sky many years ago, but tonight, it seemed as if he had never seen it before. It seemed magical this time, though it may have just been since he was seeing it with you.

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