^ trying to clear my writers block then that shit appears, like d u h
Billie looked at Tré as soon as he entered. Tré stared back with less intensity.
"Your damn wings are out," Billie said with a monotone voice.
"Yeah? I had to carry a passed out grown man up a staircase, I was not going to walk," Tré said, "wait, is that a scratch on your face? What happened?
"I got attacked by a fucking raccoon that uses 'they/them' pronouns, like aren't they and them plural?" Billie said, rubbing his cheek. He was still a bit shaken from Rincoon.
"Wow, have you been in Hell since you died? It's the 21st century, they/them pronouns are used for non-binary people," Tré said, putting a hand over his face and rubbing it down slowly.
"Maybe I have been in Hell since I died, why the fuck do you think I was in Heaven for when we first met? Demons can't leave without permission, " Billie said, raising his voice a little. He couldn't help it, Jimmy seemed to want to come out. Billie tried to suppress him, but it wasn't totally working. Tré was cowering back a little. Billie felt Jimmy wanting to say more, but he kept his mouth shut and crawled back into the bed.
Tré crawled into the bed next to him. Billie growled a little and Tré scooted away. Eventually, they both fell asleep.
~time skip brought to you by me being tired~
Tré was the first to be up, right at dawn. This only gave him 4 hours of sleep, but he was a supernatural being, so he didn't need sleep. He decided to be nice and go get donuts. He undressed from the shirt and jeans of the previous night and got out new clothes to set out before hitting the shower.
When Tré got out, Billie was already in the middle of the bed with an arm over his face.
"Someone better turn off the fucking sun," Billie said, before sitting up.
"Oh, if every morning I'd be waking up to this view, then I don't mind this mission," he said, looking at Tré. Tré blushed and got dressed quickly.
"Anyways, pretty boy, what are you doing up early?" Billie asked, getting up to change his clothes.
"I was going to get some food-"
"Food?" Billie said, popping his head out from the bathroom.
"Yeah, there's donut shop around here somewhere," Tré said. He knew Billie didn't know what a donut was, so this was going to be fun.
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Billie screamed and jumped away from the road and gripped onto Tré.
"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT THEY MADE MOVING DEATH MACHINES IN THE ROADS," Billie yelled, keeping a tight hold on Tré.
"Calm down, it's only a car, old-timer," Tré said, acting normal.
"This is scary, why are people in the fucking death machines?" Billie said, only growing a tighter grip on Tré. Tré laughed a little at the demon.
"Didn't they have cars in the 1800's?" Tré asked, still laughing.
"I fucking died in 1847, before these crazy things existed," Billie said.
"Wait, if you died in 1847...how old were you?" Tré asked.
"37 at death, a fucking rock fell on my head, 'nooo, you'll be fine, you don't need to stop the bleeding, it'll scab over soon enough'," Billie said, in a higher tone to show he was mocking someone.
Tré sighed and entered the donut shop. Billie kept close to him and raised his eyebrows at no one reacting to their entrance. Tré was already at the front counter, ordering. Billie jumped up a little and got close to Tré again.
"Uh, I'll have a chocolate donut and, what do you want, Billie?" Tré said, looking at the demon.
"Um, surprise me?" Billie said. He didn't know what a filled donut or what a glazed donut was, so he hoped that Tré would give him something good.
"Make that 2 frosted donuts," Tré said, pushing Billie away slightly to grab his wallet. He paid for their donuts and they sat at a table, grabbing the donuts. Billie took a careful bite, just to make sure this 'donut' wasn't going to some how kill him or, at the very least, taste bad. He was in shock of how sweet and delicious it was. He smiled at it and ate even more, still no bad taste. He finished it quickly and looked for another, finding none. Billie pouted and waited for Tré to finish his.
--EN: this fucking author never learns. BILLIE, EVER HEARD OF AN'S, YOU OLD SHIT??? anyways, haha billie hoe ain't over the rincoon, nice. billie hoe the oldie. and who the fuck is jimmy? did i miss something?? a h h i don't care. sHOW THE CHAPTER LOVE AND WINE. also this is a pretty long chapter good job boss. imma yeet now ~ rin--
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Daddy's Little Psycho {DISCONTINUED}
Fanfiction"You aren't supposed to be up here." "Listen here, pretty boy, I'll go where I wish, when I wish, so, how about you come with me and we can both ditch this place." "Go away."
