~Peacock- Flannel, Nowi, Ghirahim~
The youngest of the spoken three is unsure wether to take that as an insult or a statement. Allowing him to finish his introduction she crosses those pronged arms with a tap of foot, an eyebrow raising in a skeptical way.
"Demon king, huh? You're not too dull yourself...!" Looking him over with her adapted gaze while smiling toothily of mischief, pointed jaws looking as if they're crafted of metal, or something of the sort. Of course, her words had been projected to try and fluster- they even ended with a flourish. There sure was a vast variety of characters here...















