Demon Time.

Seven.

It's my birthday sooo. I wanted to update 🤷

Ryland frowned before laughing and shaking his head.

And then he had the nerve to pat my god damn head.

"Oh Damien~ You're so sillyyyyy. I'm not a perverttttt!" He giggled and smiled at me.

"...think again. You literally squeezed my ass a few hours ago." I glared deeply at him, which in return he only smiled.

"When? I don't remember that. Anyway, what can I get ya?" He took out a small notepad and pencil, grinning at me.

He's really just gonna act like he didn't. Well, okay.

I sighed and looked at the menu again. I came here to fucking eat…all this food looks like trash. Like sewer water. Like fucking dog shit. This is really pissing me off.

I can tell this isn't gonna be a good week.

"Sooooo?" Ryland peeked at my menu, humming with interest.

"All this food sucks." I concluded, dropping the menu and getting up. Ryland frowned and suddenly placed his hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down.

"You're not going anywhere." He said in a tone that sent chills down my spine. It wasn't like him…well, what I've seen of him so far. Honestly, it kinda scared me.

"...until you get a good meal! I'll go and hand prepare you something instead, don't worry! I'm a good cook so yeah!" He giggled before rollerblading away.

Well, that was hella weird.

I shivered and sighed. Wait, he didn't even ask what I wanted? He could bring me something I don't like, like salad.

"That's why I say he's weird. Geez." I just laid my head down on the table, waiting for him to come back with…whatever he was going to bring me.

Preferably not poison. Or sewer water looking food. Just something…decent.

He did come back after a bit, humming happily as he placed a large plate down in front of me.

Y'know what fucking weirded me out about the food?

No, it didn't look disgusting.

No, it wasn't something I despised.

…it was all my favorite goddamn foods.

"Welp! I hope you enjoy your meal. Also, it's on the house!" He giggled before turning to leave.

I stared at the plate for a moment, my eye twitching.

Before he could leave, I grabbed him by the collar, pushing him down onto the bench like seat. I straddled his hips, glaring down at him.

He looked up at me, looking shocked. But his look of shock quickly turned into a smirk.

"Oh, I didn't know you liked being on top~" he cooed, giggling quietly.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not playing games with you, weirdo. How do you know all my favorite foods? Why are you always where I go? Why the hell do you keep talking to me?!" I started shaking him by his shoulders like crazy, growling with anger.

This bitch doesn't take anything seriously. He started laughing.

"I talk to you because I wanna be your frienddddd~" he giggled. He had the nerve to just answer one question. And I knew he was lying about that.

I narrowed my eyes, deciding to take more…drastic measures.

"Alright, last chance ya mother fucker. Answer my questions truthfully…" I formed a ball of fire in my hand, moving my hand close to his face.

I could see him visibly flinch, starting to sweat.

It was either from fear, or the heat of the fire. Either way, I didn't care.

"...or I will burn off this pretty face of yours." I said, very much serious.

He let out a quiet, fearful chuckle.

"H-haha. You think I'm p-pretty?~ Umm, anyway…you're so feisty Damien! Let's t-talk about this, eh? This-...this is no way to treat someone who saved you yesterday!"

"Yes. Talk. Now. Answer the questions or I will not hesitate to burn your face off" I stared at him, moving it closer.