"hey, shane, are you alright in there? you've been in there for half a hour, and you're concerning me." ryan asked, knocking lightly on the door.
"yeah, yeah, I'm fine! I'm fine! just, give me a few more minutes." his voice sounded strained, even to himself.
"okay man," ryan walked away and shane sighed, wrapping his arms around himself again. of course this has to happen when he gets kicked out of his apartment. maybe he can say he accidentally got black paint on his fingers? but didn't ryan see his fingers when he walked in? and if he went to wash it off, it wouldn't come off.
maybe he can say it won't wash off.
yeah.
except, the black is receding.
why.
why is he a demon? he could've been anything else, and he wouldn't of had to deal with this, but yet here he is. being a demon. having to do mundane things.
why did he sign up to do this job.
he hates his life.
"shane! stop jerking off! i need to pee!"
shiiiiiiiit.
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DEMONS.
Fanfiction[completed] in which shane is a demon, ryan doesn't know, and shane doesn't want him to know.
