Vincent grinned at the young boy hunched over near the stop sign, gasps and pants slipping out all the while his messenger bag further closed the relationship between it and his shoulder. The buttered piece of toast that had previously been in his mouth was now lying flat on the ground, butter side up, of course.
"You're late, Mateo." He slipped the raven haired boy another piece of toast, chuckling at his grunt in return of the favour. "What, no thank you? Not even a handshake?" Mateo finally gulped enough air down his pipes to spare a murderous glance at the African man, huffing and begrudgingly chewing on the crispy bread.
"You've probably poisoned this with your weird magic again, haven't you?" Vincent shrugged, wiggling his fingers with a grin so wide it could put the Cheshire Cat to shame. "Mayybee~" The boy choked on the slice and fearfully spit it out, spluttering angered and flustered noises.
"D-death! I thought we had a truce!"
"It's Vincent, but whatever floats your boat, Matty." Mateo sighed, rubbing his temples with his free hand, the other adjusting his school bag and picking up the wasted pieces of food. Vincent happily took them and dumped its remains in the trash can, the food withering away by he choice of the reaper. "And no, I didn't poison your food. I may the Grim Reaper, but I still have manners and respect for other people." The ravenette laughed dryly, brushing his hair back.
"Since when did you have respect for others?" Vincent shrugged, slinking an arm around the teenagers shoulders and tugging him closer. "I dunno, Matty—"
"It was because of me, wasn't it." He grinned.
"Don't flatter yourself, Mateo."
|Into The Rabbit Hole|
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//Whatcha guys think of my idea?
It took so damn long to plan Vincent/Death and Mateo-
Dear fuck
My brain can't anymore
YOU ARE READING
Demons and Hellhounds (art book)
AléatoireI'm absolute shit at this but I'll give it a shot
