"I'm not an idiot."
"Of course you are!"
"You say that like that insult is meant to be a good thing."
"Well you did think a make-out is trying to bite someone's face off."
"Tell me what it is."
"Find out yourself."
"When I do I will make-out with you so hard."
"Oh my God...Amaimon shut up." You laughed and put your hands over your face, blushing slightly. If he knew what a make-out was you'd probably find that really creepy. You took your hands away from your face and noticed him half asleep standing up. "Uh, Amaimon?"
His eyes shot open as he yelled; "I WAS NOT EATING THAT COLORING BOOK-"
"Eh..."
He rubbed his eyes and stared at you awkwardly.
"Were you eating a coloring book earlier orrr?"
"Shut up."
"I take it you're tired?"
"I didn't know I was with Sherlock Holmes."
"Shut it! And how do you know who he is?"
"Brother has some books about him and I read them when I get bored."
You shrugged and walked over to a cupboard to look for a spare blow up bed. His gaze was locked on you as you set it down beside him.
"Amaimon, we have a problem."
"Huh?"
"How are we supposed to blow it up."
"That sounds wro-"
"Shut up."
"You could use your lips" he laughed loudly.
"Fuck you, Amaimon." You turned off the light and layed in your bed. "Goodnight prick."
"Where am I going to sleep?!"
"I don't care."
Suddenly you felt something push you off of your bed. "AMAIMON!"
