Sweet Like Candy

Bon's Big Fat Gay Crush

Welcome back to Rin roasting other characters and her boyfriend guest- starring in it.

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"You'll both be a big help." Lightning said as he led Rin and Suguro to his living quarters.

Rin was tempted to just turn back around and walk away as soon as the smell hit her halfway down the hallway to the place. It was the same smell that clung to Lightning, but a hundred times worse.

"What the hell happened here, a year-long depression episode?" Suguro kicked a random piece of trash aside after they'd stepped inside.

"This is where runaway house pets come to die." Rin wheezed, eyes nearly watering at the stench.

"Yeah, it needs some cleaning and organization, but it's home." Lightning admitted with a shrug.

"Do you live in dump in America?" Suguro asked in genuine concern.

"That is a whole ass goat head in the middle of your living room. Man, what the fuck are you doing in here? There's not even room to use that for a demonic sacrifice!" Rin wondered.

"Man, kids these days really don't hold back, huh?" Lightning noted.

"No, that's just us. But seriously, what's up with this mess?" Suguro wondered.

"Ah, I'm always busy so I just never clean. And when it gets to this point, I don't want to clean it because it would take too long." Lightening answered.

"Hm. So is this a bunch of shit I can just burn and clean it that way?" Rin asked.

"No, there are important relics around, it'd be too dangerous." Lightning shook his head.

"Okay, so if I could pinpoint the energy that comes off of relics, I could burn all the trash away?" Rin reiterated.

"No, I have clothes around here somewhere." Lightning denied again.

"Buddy, those clothes are beyond the help of a washing machine at this point. It'll be a mercy to burn them, trust me. Deal or no deal, Light?" Rin cocked her hip out, ready to unsheathe her sword.

Lightning hesitated.

"Can you really pinpoint the energy of relics?" He wondered.

Rin rolled her eyes. So they were playing the Stalling Game now, lovely.

"Yes, it's a thing I can do. Why do you care?" She answered.

"Because if so, you're much more useful than the Order thinks you are. You're not as brutish and wild as people say. Are you sure I can't take a look at that sword of yours?" Lightning wondered, stepping closer.

"Yes. Step off before I break your kneecaps and leave you here to rot with that goathead." Rin growled.

"An amazing specimen indeed." Lightning muttered excitedly. If he had a tail like Rin did, it'd be wagging.

"One you'll never touch. I don't trust you with something as important as this. The last guy that got ahold of it thought it'd be funny to mess with me and he ended up as a pile of goo. Take a step back." Rin told him coldly.

"Wow, she's more terrifying than people say. Backing up." Lightning decided, taking an obedient step back.

"Good. Now, burn the trash or leave you to your hoarder's nest?" Rin asked again.

Lightning sighed. "Burn the trash, please."

Rin nodded, unsheathing her sword and feeling out the energy from the relics scattered about the house–some were instilled with demonic energy and others with the energy of Nephilims like Rin. She locked onto them and then let her flames burn the rest carefully.