Wolf grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Finally. I thought I’d have to start watching that crap just to talk to you."
Staz didn't look up. He was currently captivated by a German-dubbed version of a classic series he’d traded a high-ranking demon soul for on the black market. He didn't even speak German, but the aggressive cadence of the voice acting made the fight scenes feel ten times more "hardcore."
"It’s seven in the morning!" Wolf shouted. "And what is that language? It sounds like they're chewing on gravel!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Staz said, already halfway out the door. "You’re more of a magical girl sub-only kind of guy anyway."
Suddenly, the screen flickered. A localized mana surge—a common nuisance in the Demon World—caused the power to dip. The monitor hissed, the German dialogue cut out into static, and the screen went black right at the climax.
He stood up, his cape swirling around him. The "lazy otaku" was gone, replaced by the terrifying Boss of the Eastern District.