Ayumu blinked twice as his blonde underclassman leaned in close and looked around as if he was being watched by forces unknown or the government.  He blinked twice when the pingpong player mentioned demons. In total, he blinked twice twice, about twice as many times as he'd expected he'd have to blink during this conversation. [color=F19CBB]"And by that you mean...?"[/color] he asked with a confused tilt of the head.

[color=lime]"Hisaki is a demon and I need an extra pair of hands to ya know get him sorted. We're mafia! I say we tie him up when he's not expecting it and get it out of him."[/color]

[color=F19CBB][i]'....Well,'[/i][/color] Ayumu thought, and then blinked twice thrice. That was not at all what he was expecting - something more along the lines of the symbolic demon that their tyrant leaders and their hiking regime had become - but good on Hisaki for chatting with his underclassmen... even if the impression he left was the kind that replaced woodland serial killers with demonic apparitions. Nevertheless, this was a problem he should probably address. 

[color=F19CBB]"Mmm... How about [i]not[/i] trying to fight a demon with a history of violence?"[/color] Ayumu suggested to the low-budget Rambo, his hushed whispers a beacon of logic in the fog of Sanji's confused mind. Who knew that his strange icebreaker would end up like this? Not Ayumu, but he would have to follow through with this. It was the right thing to do, and indeed, trying to front with demons literal or otherwise was not the right thing to do. He would have to fix this, and he knew exactly what to say: [color=F19CBB]"Instead of that, I'd suggest calling in an exorcist. Try throwing some blessed salt and water at him for good measure. Trust me, I know how these things work."[/color]

He paused.

[color=F19CBB]"Or you know, he could've been joking."[/color]

. . .

[color=F19CBB]"...I wouldn't throw salt at anyone, that's kind of a dick move."[/color]