Jonathan's pov
Sandwich boy? I thought to myself. That's new.
I turn away from him and walk into the kitchen to look in the fridge for food. "you can't eat right?" I glance back to see sock standing by the couch. "I can eat. YOU." he let's out a mischievous laugh. I don't crack a smile nor let out a small laugh, how was that funny? "Haha, nice one, smart guy." I had the most boring expression. "Awwwwww what's wrong sandwich chump? Ain't feelin' the mood?" Sock nudges my side while smirking.
"I haven't ate all day..and I'm starving." I roll my eyes at him part jokingly."what's it like to eat?" He floats in front of me, blocking the view of the fridge slightly. "Foods great dude, honestly, food is the best thing to exist." I peek over his shoulder to spot cold Bologna alone packaged in the corner.
"I see" sock said, "teach me how to be human." His smile got wide and he put his arms around my shoulders. "You know, sock, it's not a bad idea but..I can't, you're a demon.. not a human." He frowns disappointedly. "I'm sorry, sowachowski..." I shrug. "Just how life's gotta be."
