Tale As Old As Time
"This is yours."
The demon's eyes stayed on the remaining fruits inside the makeshift rucksack. Gingerly, it started wrapping the fruits that had escaped the rucksack back inside. Fyn blinked with confusion when the demon did the entire thing with utmost care and precision. Its sharp nails were careful not to damage the skin of any fruit, it eyes looked as if it was in deep concentration. With furrowed brows, the demon continued its task.
Feeling a little ridiculous with all his staring, Fyn let his eyes fall on the loquat on his hand again and sighed. Forcing himself, he bravely crawled towards the rucksack and started picking up the remaining fruits that the demon hasn't picked up yet.