Kuroshituji: Seven Minutes in Heaven [Snake]

With a hiss of a snake, you don’t even look at your number. “Snake, are we partners?” You show him the sweet, not looking at the number yourself.

“Yes, it seems we are. Says Emily.”

You smile, looking at the snakes, their eyes seemingly looking at you. “It’s been a while hasn’t it? Emily, Goethe, Oscar, Wilde, Webster, Bronte, Dan, Keats and of course, Snake. It’s a shame we haven’t spoken more sooner. Shall we?”

Though it isn’t completely obvious, you get the feeling that Snake’s quite happy that you remember his snakes’ names. “This room?”

The both of you enter, shutting the door behind you. Nothing is inside, a single window filling the room.

“You can go first.” You say. “Truth or dare?”
Snake spends a moment, listening to the varying opinions of the snakes, until he says: “Truth. Says Wilde.”

“Then, here’s my question: why don’t you speak to me without talking through your snakes. I won’t bite, you know? I may not be human, but I won’t harm you. I am not so fragile that I’ll break so easily.”

Snake looks at you, with his usual expression, but somehow, he seems more void than usual.
“You should visit more. Says Emily. It is your fault for taking so long to come back. Says Wordsworth.”

You smile, sitting on the windowsill. “My turn. I’ll choose truth.”

“Are you scared of me? Says Webster.”

You smile. “I am not afraid of Webster, nor am I afraid of you.” You smile. “You are Snake, how could I possibly be afraid of you?” You walk forward, giving him a hug, despite the snakes.

With hisses from one of them, you scowl at it. “That’s just mean Wordsworth.” You mutter, but smile despite the hisses.

Though only for a moment, you could’ve swore you see a hint of a smile from Snake.
“I have one more question. Says Keats.” Snake steps closer, but looks away, his face slightly red. “Do you dislike the scales? Says Dan.”

You smile once again, putting a hand to Snakes face, touching the scales gently. “Any part of you, no matter how remote, is part of who you are. I cannot like you as a person if I don’t like those little things, now can I? I’m sure, for once, Webster and Wordsworth agree with me.”

Snake locks eyes with you, stepping back.

“You aren’t completely wrong. Says Wordsworth.”
You laugh, and Snake looks at you, a curious expression on his face. Well – it’s as curious as Snake gets. But you stick your tongue out, and Webster lunges out, biting your wrist.

“That isn’t nice.” You pout, smiling. “I’ll get you back for that.” Looking up at
Snake. “As punishment, I’ll come visit every week.”

With one more grin, you wonder off. “I’ll be going for now. See you on Tuesday?”