HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE SHOT - MAMMON

CRIMINAL

song fic

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YOUR EYES FOLLOWED the white-headed guy as he ranted about how his brothers wouldn't let him borrow some money; and by "borrow", you'll never get a hand on it forever - it's long gone, like poof.

"So, that rests my case." he stopped and glanced at you; sheepishly flashing you a shy smile.

You froze as you stared at the man in front of you - who was talking to someone on the phone - your heart started to ache. You placed your hand on it and breathed heavily, only to scream when Mammon was laying down behind you.

That man's a snitch and unpredictable

He always visited you in your room, he claimed that it was colder there than in his. He said he was jealous and wanted to buy a new AC but Lucifer froze his account again and he ordered everyone not to lend him money anymore.

He's got no conscious, he got none

"You've been awfully quiet." Mammon mumbled and rested his head on your lap, he started fidgeting on his DDD as you panicked inside.

The softness of his hair, the heat of his just by being beside you. You were tempted in touching his hair, would he appreciate the action?

But before you could fight yourself back, you were already reaching to his white messy hair, your fingers taking a dip as you scratched his scalp - something like what you would do to a cat. Mammon's head snapped up, his blue and yellow orbs stared at you in alarm.

"What are you doing?" he stammered.

You pursed your lips. "Scratching you. Should I stop?"

"No-" he looked away, feeling embarrassed. "-don't, at all. And don't tell anyone about this 'kay?" 

You nodded.

I know I should let go, but no

"Come on, we'll just go buy noodles at the convenience store, eat, and done. We go back home without anybody knowing." Mammon insisted as he held your hand, the other is being used to wipe the sleepiness from your eyes.

"It feels like you're asking me out on a date in midnight." You yawned as he joisted you up.

He stopped moving, and it took you a moment before realizing what you said.

Mammon looked away, "I mean, yeah sure, if that's what you want," he mumbled. "Now go get change into something more presentable other than your pajamas."

"But I like my pajamas, why do you criticize it?" 

"I didn't say I hate it." he frowned then left the room to let you change.

You giggled at his attitude and went to your closet.

You looked up at the big sign of the convenience store, it was bright and colorful. The inside was just plain white though, filled with goodies and food that is pretty convenient; even when it's midnight.