You Ruined Me

Fast friends/Chapter 2

Azarael was fairly quiet as they were hanging out with the two, uncertain of how they should interact with Heamon, Azarael had got up off the bed. Spiral took notice of Heamon's lingering eyes, getting creeped out when the stare flicked to him and the demons right eye flicked lavender. Azarael looked at Spiral "Where the hell is your remote?" They grumbled, he gave a nod to his drawer, and within seconds they had got it

Spiral rolled his eyes at Azarael as they sat next to him with the remote in hand, they turned the TV on and started glancing through movies "Heamon do you have a movie genre you like?" they asked looking over to him.

he looked at them "Oh.. I suppose horror, the movies in that genre are enticing? Is that the proper word?" he tilted his head slightly, he was not well versed in English in general. they shrugged and sat the remote down, pausing as they thought about something before having a hushed conversation with Spiral. Out of respect, Heamon played dumb and folded his ears back to not intrude much

Azarael shivered from how cold Spiral likes to keep his house and so they stood up opened the window letting the warm summer air of June in before sitting back down next to Spiral, kicking their legs up in his lap as they laid down to relax a minute. Spiral hummed quietly

Heamon looked at Spiral, multi toned eyes looked dead with how glazed over they seemed but Azarael and Spiral didn't comment on it.

"are my horns and tail allowed to show in your home? I would like to know if I should not." he mumbled, Spiral nodded before standing up. Heamon's horns and tail; as well as his digi legs showed the second he got permission, tail splayed out on the floor with the fan open. Heamon stretched best he could in the chair he was in and soon looked as if he was nodding off, kneading the carpet some with his feet as he stared at Azarael

"Would you like to join me and Azarael for poker Heamon?" Spiral asked, gesturing for Azarael and Heamon to follow downstairs

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Once there in the dining room, everything was neat as the other rooms. A few awards hung on the walls as well as some military metals and a neatly hung uniform

"Magic branch, I recognize that badge.." Heamon chirped, ignoring the side-eye Spiral had given him. Azarael snagged some cards out the cabinet sitting down at the table

They took the cards out and shuffled them nicely before handing some out, acting as the dealer for this round "I'm intrigued at seeing your skill set Heamon.. if you don't mind humoring me.." they mumbled, crossing their legs and watching the game

It was a narrow game, though Spiral managed to best Heamon and get an ego boost from Azarael's praises, reminding him that he was the one close to Azarael and not this suddenly appearing demon bastard. He doubted they would've offered such praise if it had been a different result

Spiral slung an arm over Azarael's shoulder and held them close, mentally noting the way Heamon's expression tensed or how his tail curled and uncurled in rapid succession, the fan on it open in a subtle threat

Spiral ignored it, leaning over and going as far as to kiss Azarael on the cheek, earning a slight giggle and unmistakable flush that hit their face "Stop that-" they fussed, shoving him back and standing up "I'm glad you got to soak in your winnings but I do wanna play too so Heamon, could you be a dealer?" They glanced over, all sense of tension that had been there across his frame dropped