For someone that looked somewhat… devilish, I want to say, his hand wasn’t cold or clammy. Sure, the handshake felt awkward, but it was still warm. In fact, the television man’s hand felt warm, too. But it was hard to tell through his leather gloves, probably.

I looked to Teal, her bouncing on her heels. She’ll deny it for the rest of her being, but she looked surprisingly giddy. Nobody tell her, but her poker face was not the best.

She was bouncing on her heels ever so slightly, hands behind her back - the smile she had on was polite and slight, but her eyes were filled with a curious energy…

… and focused on the television man.

Teal’s always mentioned she was good with tech, but even I couldn’t have predicted this.

I couldn’t really blame her, though. There was definitely a sort of… different energy coming from these men. As if the television and devil horns weren’t enough of an indicator that they were different, anyway.

“Oh! Have a… seat?” I motioned to our couch.

Teal and I sat on some beanbags we keep to the side, me having dragged one bag to the side. We face each other, watching as the men shuffle over to the couch, and sit quietly.

Television man leaned back, relaxed. The devil boy was curled into himself, twiddling his fingers.

“So…” Television man clicked his tongue. “You both are…?”

“University students.” The devil boy cocked his head to the side. “Both doing design, same semes-”

“Actually,” Teal cut in, laughing. “We’re more than students.” She looked at me and winked.

… I made a mental note to remind Teal later, that she can’t actually wink. It looked more like a wince that tried to look flirtatious, but failed miserably.

“See, I’m… I’m like, a princess. Yeah!” She nodded to herself. “I’m actually a princess, and you may refer to me as such. Meanwhile,” she motioned to me, “Purple there’s like… an heiress. Different. You can call her... “ She grinned. “Mistress. Mistress Purple.”

“Well then.” Television man chuckled. The screen of the television flickered to life, displaying the features of a face. There was nothing definite, but… there was something, alright. “Let us greet you properly, then. Good day, my liege,” he turned to Teal. “My… Princess.”

Teal immediately started choking on her own spit.