Demon

.vi. part ii

Jakarta offers to walk me home. Accepting the gesture as I expected nothing less from either of them.
In his navy blue Vans hoody. Inked in red and his black Levi jeans and grey converse, he always dressed simple. Well. That's because he liked to be in the shadows.

Jaja, who stayed back to get a head start on cleaning up the car, was rather eclectic, sorta like me. He'd switch up from sweat pants, shorts in all kinds of material and even chinos. He'd be as he felt that day. The evolving Jaja that he was.

It's not that Karta couldn't look fancy. Upon his discretion, he could pull all the stops and be the James Bond of a formal event. He's more comfortable subdued though. "You done analysing the ground, yet?" He questioned facing forward, with his hands in his hoody, "I heard the weatherman say there would be clear night skies this week, the library tomorrow?"

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Kicking my shoes on the gravel, the neighbour's cat hissed as it sat on the front porch with it's scenical owner darting her eyes at us. "Hi," I smiled and waved to her, to which she scoffed and turned away. Shocked by her response, I pulled the durp face and swivled my middle finger as i strolled towards my house.

"What a wrench," I stated as I found myself at the front yard of my house. "Well thanks, Karta." Hugging him warmly and gently, he returns the embrace, without the head curl. "For everything," I breath out.
"Hey, I know you're worried. About your meds and f-ing up with 'Coda?', am i right?"

A chuckle escaped me.

"But," releasing me from the embrace and holding onto my shoulders, "you are amazing. If you worry about them not working then you'll just have a panic attack from the pent up anxiety."

Facing the floor and sighing, "You're right.." I admitted to him. "I just wish I was more confident at school," I tugged on the arm of his hoody and smirked. "Not again, Sky." Seeing a blush on his face and hearing his chuckle, I knew I got it.
"You can have one of the others back. You can even pick it. Even the orange one."
I have a thing for hoodies. I have four from Jaja, who stops wearing the rest of them in front of me because of this. Aaand seven from Jakarta, who never learns his lesson.

Entering my house. Karta entered first, sweeping his hair back to appear more presentable for my dad. The boys just have a thing for dick riding my father. Jaja said it's so that they can take me away without him being so worried. 'We'll leave a note of abduction and everything,' said Jaja.

Laughing to myself, we head to my room. Opening the closet, his eyes widened, "I forgot about all of these."
Stripping, slowly taking off his hoody his lower abdomen peeped through, slightly revealing his sharp v-line and his grand scar. His vest slowly sliding over his thick belt buckle and closing the curtains on that show. "Don't forget. You could have it too if you ask," smirking at me, he said.

"Fuck off," I rolled my eyes and turned to the closet and grabbed the first hoodie I ever took from him. "Nah, keep it, it's yours." He stated as he gazed at the closet moving closer to it. Moving closer to me.

Just as I reached for the second item, the grey 'Hague' hoody. "Not that one," seeing his shadow draw closer, I slightly tense up.
He steps right behind me and sliding his left hand round my neck and the other through the front of my hair and pulling my head up to face the top of my closet and his chin, he squeezes on my neck and says...

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Author's Notes

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