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next day.
"show me around here, ain't used to look like this..." sheyaa said, peeking through the blinds.
"what, you used to live here?" leland questioned, sliding his shirt on.
"yeah baby, a long time ago."
"don't call me that," leland told him.
"imma call you whatever the fuck you want. besides, you have a baby face." sheyaa floated over, pinching his cheek.
leland groaned as he tried to swing on the demon but was too slow.
"too slow." sheyaa smirked, floating like he was in a pool.
"what you do in your past life?" leland questioned, wondering since last night.
"i was a kingpin. i used to set out assassinations for money. of course robbing people for money also. i was doing at a very young age and i was the youngest man to ever do it too." sheyaa shrugged, playing with his dread.
"how young?"
"fifth-teen. but i was doing that shit since thirteen. i'm going down in history about that," he laughed.
"...woah." leland blinked his eyes. "how long you been dead?"
"i believe fourteen years now?" sheyaa tapped his lower arm, bring an fiery calendar up.
leland felt himself started sweating from the heat, "that's hot as hell."
"tell me about it. hell is even more hotter but next month it would be fourteen years," sheyaa bit his lip.
"how old is you now?"
"so many fucking questions but i'm nineteen. i died when i was eighteen," he said.
"nineteen???"
"time goes slow in hell."
"you been dead since you were eighteen plus those fourteen years. eighteen plus fourteen equals thirty-two in the real world. you're thirty-two years old?"
"correct." he spoke, dropping to the floor where leland starts putting on his shoes.
