Chapter Eight - A good night's sleep

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TW: Homphobic slur!

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The night before our meeting with Asmodeus casted a veil of darkness that embraced us in a deep restful sleep.

...Or so I wished.

In the bed we totally didn't steal I laid with barren eyes, changing position by the minute. I wasn't a picky sleeper when it came to it. For all that mattered, I could've slept on a rug — The true responsible one for my discomfort was just some inches away from me.

Due to never having shared the room at night, I had no idea Adam could snore so loudly. And while accommodating, I had my limits, too.

«Adam... Adam!»

My murmur bloomed in a sound call.

«H-Hhg-... W-What? What do you want? It's like... the middle of the night fuck YOU.»

Ironically, we shared nuisances.

«You're snoring like a wild boar. It's unbearable.»
«Duh, no helping that. If you're so light of sleep you can return to sleep with the corpse, bitch.»

He snapped mean and sneer. But after my silence, I guess he reconsidered his outburst.

«...Fine! What do you suggest?»
«Try to sleep on your side.»

He did as such, while I kept my gaze on the ceiling, white hair twirling on the pillow free of my daily braids and hood.
Even with utter silence, my body opposed rest.
From his bed, Adam picked up on my distress, golden irises widening just.

«You okay bud?»
«... Asmodeus is a Deadly Sin. We should be ready for the worst.»
«Heh, he may be a big shot demon, but I'm still an angel. And you... I guess you have a fair amount of hax.»
«Maybe... Maybe you're right. I'm just overthinking it.»
«The birdie was all powerful too, but you seized him with words alone. Cut yourself some slack!»
«Hah...»

With Stolas it had been nothing but a gamble, and Adam knew it.

«Adam... can you keep talking? Do you mind?»
«I'd mind! I want to SLEEP, boy!»
«Please.»
«Ugh fine! Maybe I'll catch up on some sleep. What do you want me to yap bout'?»
«Anything.»
«Mhh.»

The clock ticked. Eventually, the tired coarse narrator came up with something.

«I have a metal boy band up in Heaven, "The Holy Havoc". One thing's been pestering bout' it since the start of this whole insane ordeal: I hope, since everyone believes I'm fucking dead, they didn't split up.»

I laughed again. Such a stupid name, not that I could've done better.

«What's so funny! Listen, thanks to this band I towed soo many hotties.»
«Really? Yet, you're single.»
«I'll always be single. You forgot it? My last two wives only taught me two things: Marriage sucks. Women suck. They all want the bad boy but can't handle me!»
«...Seems tragic. Why don't you try men then?»
«W-What?!»

He stuttered, caught off guard.

«...I ain't a fag! I'm the fucking first man, the embodiment of heteronormativity and tradition.»
«Well if these are your tastes, then I really can't argue. You make it sound like a forced upon label, however.»
«Huh?!»
«...Honestly?»
«Honestly what?! spill it out fuck-face.»
«Okay. You sound like a bisexual in the closet, with lots of internalized homophobia. The defensiveness, the anger... it's all there, textbook sample.»

My statement came surgical like a typewriter. What it looked like to me became information I shared, in disregard to sensibility or social clues.
Unnecessary. No. Untrue.
Deep down, I knew empathy served as the foundation of civilization. But most of the time, I found it an eyesore.

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