The "Guardian" Demon

One Bed

I'll do angst SOME DAY
but it ain't today

  Finally, family holiday. Brick had arrived home from school and was the most relieved he'd been in a while. By some miracle above, he had no homework, no assignments, no projects; he could relax and recharge for 4 days. Was he going to spend the family holiday with his family? No, of course not. Maybe he's been more of an ambivert this whole time. Regardless, Brick actually had plans for a trip instead of barely getting in by the skin of his teeth or just flat out not going anywhere. His record was a week, one week not leaving his home for any food, any friends, anything. Mentally awarding himself the trophy for "grossest man alive." He'd probably have gone longer if it wasn't for work and his need of interaction.
"Pack your bags, we're going on vacation!" Brick started rummaging through his drawers to gather his belongings.
"Uh, what," Jackle replied. He'd been laying down on his inflatable mattress, but now was propped up leaning his weight onto his left hand.
"Yeah, a vacation. Never heard of one?"
Jackle scoffed.
"Shut up," he hissed, "Where are we going anyways."
"There's this festival a few cities away! It only happens like, once a year and we have to go!"
Brick watched as Jackle rose up from his bed, and snapped his fingers for his mask now in his face and a small luggage bag now in his grasp. He turned back to his drawer, now noticing about half of all his clothing had disappeared.
"Oh what? Not cool."
"What? I wear your clothes all the time anyways."

  They arrived at the train station just minutes before departure. Brick was almost certain Jackle used a miracle to squeeze them in just in time. Though they had little to carry, Brick had the stamina of a sloth, and needed to be dragged along by Jackle to keep up.
  The ride was comfortable but crowded, both managing to get seats, but unfortunately not next to each other. It was an hour long trip and they were too far apart from each other to talk. It was weird texting the other person that was just a few rows ahead, but none dared to give away their seats. Brick remembered that Jackle could've transform into his non-physical form, but noticed he didn't. Jackle was a germaphobe at heart, so why did he not transform back? He held his bag close to his person, perhaps of the hoard people, or perhaps of something else.

  Night time was now dimming, and they needed to book into their hotel. They could've signed in earlier, but both had such light baggage that they figured it wasn't needed until the festival was over. Big mistake. The festival was fun, but as you would expect for a festival that only occurred once a year, it was over flowing with people. Food stand lines stretched along the street with people, the concert jam packed like matches in a match box. Fortunately, they didn't spend a lot of time around those places, the place they had their eyes fixated on were the games. Unfortunately however, both were god awful, and Jackle only winning a small stuffed black cat toy with most likely a miracle. How ironic.
Their backs ached and popped, legs sore and heads throbbing in pain. Brick and Jackle arrived at the hotel and he needed to book them in now or else he'd pass out from exhaustion. He forced his legs to walk to the reception, using all his might to compel them to not give out.
Brick leaned against the ledge. "A double bed please," he said panting.
"Sorry," the receptionist replied, "but all doubles are taken."
Damnit. He was the dumbest man alive too. How could he have forgotten that a cramped festival would have cramped hotel rooms.
He winced, "okay, um, what rooms are left?"
"Well luckily, we have one single available. Is that alright?"
Brick looked back at Jackle, who was limp lay laying down on the waiting chairs, staring to the ceiling with a blank face. He looked dead even though he already was.
"Yeah, sure. I'll take the single."

  Jackle was woken up by a nudge at his shoulder, he wasn't alseep, just very out of it due to his legs hurting like hell.
"Hey, you got our rooms yeah?"
Brick scratched his head nervously. "Uh huh, I did."
"Alright," Jackle lifted himself off the chair, a grunt escaping his throat doing so. "Let's go then."
4th floor room 308, the door clicked open to reveal their room. A table, a chair, even a few extra pillows. All the necessities of a hotel room. He dropped his bag onto the narrow table and opened it with a zip. Everything seemed normal until—
"One," Jackle slurred, and whirred his head around to face Brick, "bed...?"
"Yep, one bed." Brick shifted his feet, then ran to leap onto the bed, "I call dibs on the bed!" The bed huffed out air by the sudden weight, "You have to sleep on the floor."
  There were many things Jackle could tolerate. For example, fire, though that didn't really count because all demons are immune to fire. He could barely tolerate other demons, let alone other angels. He could handle Brick's unwillingness to be scummy and he could handle his surprises out of nowhere like this festival. But what he would not tolerate is sleeping on the floor.
"Hell. No," he said sternly.
"What? Afraid some lint might get in your perfectly perked hair?" Jackle always wanted to be mad when Brick teased him back, but always was unable to. He did it so rarely that he couldn't help but smirk every time joked.
"No, I just— I am not going to sleep on the floor. This hotel was cheap, who knows how often they clean their rooms."
"Well. If you plan on sharing, we should make a pillow wall. Cause of the germs." Brick made jazz hands on the word germs.