The Brash Devil had intended on catching the Tailor coming out of the closet and teasing them about their normally put together appearance falling apart. But he'd stopped when he'd heard the conversation the Tailor was having with the Professor, frowning more and more as it went on. He was picturing the Tailor as one of the urchins he used to run with all the time.

Damn it all.

Why can't he just be a proper Devil about this, a proper devil wouldn't be...

Wouldn't be...

What was he?

When the Tailor finally left the closet the Devil didn't have the smug grin on his face he'd intended to greet him with. If anything, his frown deepened, as if caught unawares even though he had chosen to stay.

Finally he snarled and threw the cloth in his hand at Tailor's face before stomping out of the classroom.