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The rest of the voyage had been a blur, at least so far it was smooth sailing [i]however[/i] it was anything but smooth for Samael's stomach. 

Since the poor demon hadn't travelled upon a seafaring vessel before the rocking [i]albeit[/i] light as it was did not however sit well for his stomach. Most of if not all the first hour or so the demon spent hanging over the ships portside rail, heaving his guts out until he was empty. 

Dry heaving and sweating profusely the poor little guy had to be carried off the deck by a couple of sailors to his cabin but refused to be put into his own quarters insisting he was sharing quarters with the bunny girl, whom was understandably confused and flustered by two sailors barging into her quarters unwarranted but as soon as she realized the two men had brought the demon Luna began to fret over Sam who seemed awfully more pale than usual.

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After recuperating a bit, no thanks to the healing magic of his scholarly bunny friend the demon finally gained a bit of his bearings enough to help Lunatea unpack her suitcase which in fact had no single article of clothing within. 

No hide nor hair of any bras or panties, nary even a change of clothes just magical tomes, history books and anthropological encyclopedias. It made the demon wonder how Luna wore the same clothes all the time without getting all dirty or smelly, then again neither did he but the demon washed as often as he could. So the thought was pushed aside, Samael wouldn't question her about it for the time being. 

Once the books were neatly stacked and put on the nice wooden bookcase, now completely lined with the inordinate sum of her literary collection Luna tiredly requested the demon leave her quarters to which she received a slight giggle in reply from Sam whom reminded her that she [i]did[/i]  agree to let him stay in her quarters. After all she [i]did[/i]  need to properly examine the male mamano, this time a bit more thoroughly...

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Samael seemed absolutely unfazed by the veritable war brewing below the cliff line, his crimson pupils reflecting the orange gout of flame Tomi blew as she descended upon the battlefield without so much as a warning making the human visibly angry. He did not flinch at the cries of warrior and civilian alike nor did he look away from the Varjo as they were burnt to a crisp nary was the little demon horrified by the death and destruction around him. He was fully clothed now, head covered by the hood of his dark cloak, the demon absent-mindedly spun something in his small hands that shone as it twirled between his spindly fingers.

It was a sharp knife, pure as silver can be that the demon masterfully balanced upon his finger before twirling it in the air and catching it, not even a cut on his fingers. He was a master with a knife, despite never having training or discipline; Sam was simply a natural not that he realized that, he just thought it was normal not anything special. Listening to Shizuka he returned the knife to the folds of his robes, tucking it between his boots before getting up and offering a curt nod to the human. Sam was no warrior so the front-lines were never his place to fight, besides the demon was more than happy to be  able work alongside Luna.

[color=crimson]"Hey wait for me!"[/color] the demon admittedly had become slightly more acquainted with Luna over the course of the voyage, maybe a bit more than expected due to the sheer amount of pheromones on the ship and things had been a little awkward between them after the last day or so. 

He was red faced just thinking about it but he needed to push aside the thought as he jogged after the others towards the village below.