Fuck you (not) (an applemedia fanfic)

🍎duck-boy🍎

Sipping my coffee, I add some more sugar.
"Eugh."
I look over at the radio demon.
"What now."
"That is entirely to much sugar."
I roll my eyes.
"No it's not."

I sip my coffee.
Pouring more sugar in.
"You're going to put yourself into a coma."
"Oh yeah? You'd love that so much wouldn't you."
"Mm. Continue." He sips his own coffee, completely black.
"Imbecile." I mutter.
"Don't even start." Charlie groans. "It's way to early for the arguing."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. We're just discussing coffee!" Al says.
"Yeah." I force a smile.
She sighs, walking out of the room.
"You both need to learn to get along, you're stressing her out!" Vaggie lectures.

Adam walks in. "Morning from the dick master!"
He's on his phone, presumably live.
I sit down at the table, drinking my coffee.
Adam puts his arm around Vaggie.
"Come on vagina! Say good morning to hell!"
She rolls her eyes, stomping on his foot before leaving the room. "Ow-! Oh and look at this! The king of hell in the flesh WOAHHHHH! Say good morning luci!"
"No."
Adam looks at Al.
"You point that disgusting thing at me and I'll light it on fire." Al mutters, sipping his coffee.
"Ouch. You guys are NOT morning people I see." He points the phone back at himself. "Or it could just be that sexual tension!"
Al chokes on his coffee.
His coughs and suffering is funny, so naturally I laugh.
"That's not a no~" adam says, pointing the camera back at me. "Honestly you two. Fuck it out"
He slides his tongue across his top teeth before grinning at me.
"I will stab you-!"
Al still coughing in the background.
Heh..
I look at him. "Your suffering is entertainment."
"Shut- *cough* up-!" He clears his throat, trying to compose himself.
I start laughing again.
"I will snap you in half!" He yells.
"Do it, tough guy!" I argue.
He gets up, his demonic form growing with each step, causing the lights to flicker.
I grin.
Screechimg and radiostatic filling the room.
"You done?"
He leans down toward me. "Fuck you."
Slurping.
We both look at adam, whos pointing the camera at us.
As his phone lights on fire, Al stands up straight.
"Gah-!" He drops the phone. "What the-!"
"I did warn you."
He fixes his suit and leaves the room, his shadow picking up his mug and washing it.
"What is that-?" Adam questions.
"Als shadow. The version of him I don't mind. Mostly cuz it doesn't speak."
The shadow waves in a friendly stance.
"That's disturbing.."
"Eh," I wave back. "He's actually quite useful. An angel stuck by a demon."
Adam snorts. "A demon? Is that what gets you off? Sinners?"
"WHAT-?"
"You can't deny sexual tension! I'll never give that up!"
"Absolutely not."
Adam picks up the remainder of his phone.
"My poor phone.."
"You kinda deserved it." I finish my coffee, Als shadow taking the cup. "Oh, thank you,"
He bows and takes it to the sink.
I get up and leave the room, letting adam sulk over his crisped phone.