"Then . . ." Maou's eyes drifted to the ground ahead of them, as if it held a clue as to where he was going. Sadao Maou was a contradiction, a conglomerate of desires and aspirations from two different worlds, literally. He could easily consolidate these various wants within himself, but once they required spoken words and actual sense, it wasn't so easy.

Rather than look to the weight of the dark canopy like he might otherwise, he turned to Urushihara, smiling. "Then we save it for a rainy day. I got way too many shifts this month to bail now."