At least I'll be really good fried chicken, dammit!

[His yell is more of an exhausted whine directed at the sun.

When he feels the water bottle, Shugo sits up. It's only now that he notices Luciel's eyes and starts staring.]

... Thanks. [Hm. At closer look, Luciel doesn't look like a 'Distortion' from his own world. Shugo relaxes.] Bet you get this a lot, but you've got interesting eyes. All good?