"Psycho bitch?!" The demon echoed, the tone of her voice making it sound like she was taken aback. "Seren honey, have you forgotten my name?" Both hands slid to his shoulders and just as swiftly as he had turned to get away from the demon clinging to him, she shifted with him. It did not matter where he went, for she was as light as perhaps an extra shirt, hardly putting any pressure the frightened boy at all. The whole while she continued to touch him, the pen seeming to slide straight through her efffortlessly without drawing a single drop of blood. Her expression softened slightly to one of mild confusion. "You... You're a lot smaller than I remember, boy... How old are you? How many years have you been alive?" With a fluid motion the demoness floated to Seren's front, grabbing him firmly by the jaw and turning his head to have a better look at him. "Curious..." Now that he hands were solid, her touch wasn't quite so cold, so alien. Still, it want quite as warm as a human's hand would be at all. If he felt hard enough, he might have felt a pulse, some semblence of her being alive whatsoever.<br/><br/>It took a long moment for Heather to regain her balance. She used Marco to stand again, muttering incomprehensibly before she stood firmly on her feet. Her eyes widened at the sight of the woman hanging all over her best friend. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to put her hands on... HER friend?!  "Hey!! Hey, you psycho bitch!! GET OFF OF HIM." Rage had flooded her senses immediately, turning every bit of common sense and reasoning she had off. In any other situation, the best idea was to run. To put distance between them. Survival instinct, to put it simply. But this wasn't just her in this situation, whatver the hell that woman was was scaring Seren and sending chills down her own spine. Something was wrong, something was... Very wong. Her hand fumbled around in her pocket for the baton she had taken less than thirty minutes ago.<br/><br/>"Again with the name? YOU especially should know who I am!" Decorus' nose wrinkled as her nails dug into Seren's arm. "And when did you get<em>fat?</em>I don't remember you ever looking like THAT."<br/><br/>The rage flooded out of Heather's body through a blush. "...Really...? You... I.... Did you just...what?!" What was this lady's problem...?