"Don't spill." Bryn curled Zack's hand around the mug before he let go. "It's that fancy gourmet shit you bought 'cus you threw out my normal coffee, so I have no clue if it's good or not."
Zack’s hands were surprisingly soft as the Human wrapped his fingers around the mug. Zack huffed softly and took a sip of it. “I want it sweeter. It’s good coffee, you should actually try it you ungrateful dunce.” He pushed the mug back to him. “Please give me more sugar.” He knew if he didn’t ask right he’d be with a face full of hot coffee and a ruined bed.
Bryn blinked a couple of times and then set the coffee to the side to put a hand against Zack's forehead. He had to have a fever or something, the normal Zack had never so much as heard of the word please. He was hot, but that might just be normal for demons. And demons couldn't get sick anyways, could they? "You must be really tired, dipshit." He picked up the mug. "I'll be right back, there's food by your feet."
“Of course I’m fucking tired!” He shook his head and picked up the food, obliterating it within seconds. He plopped the plate down and laid back down, glaring over at the open door. He thought about doing something absolutely disgusting just to keep the Human out but he wouldn’t do that. Yet. If he kept annoying him he might.
Bryn came back with a second plate of food for himself and a mug of sugary coffee. When he saw how Zack had demolished his breakfast, he resigned himself to just having a protein bar and handed over everything. "Damn, what did you do yesterday? You're eating like you moved all this shit in yourself."
He licked his chops but denied the food, pushing it back to Bryn and taking the coffee. He slugged it all down and sighed, leaning back into his pillows.
“How do you think I stayed within a one-thousand dollar budget? I moved it in all by myself, I’m not some stupid pussy.”
Bryn pushed it back just to be argumentative, freezing in shock when he heard Zack's answer. If he had a coffee, he'd be choking on it. "Jesus Christ, no wonder you look like you got run over by a bus! You're not a pussy if you need help moving half a household of furniture, nimrod! Take care of yourself."
Zack tossed the cup with his plate and curled back up into his bed. “I don’t care. I do stuff like that for Humans and Contracts all by myself anyway. It doesn't matter. Like, at all. I’m just sore and tired. I don’t need to take care of myself.”
"Well, you're not in the middle of a contract right now! Don't do that kind of shit for me, it's not worth it." Bryn frowned over at Zack, more worried than angry. "And you're going to take good care of yourself while you live with me, that's the price you pay for staying here. No more wrecking yourself because you're too boneheaded to ask for help."
“No.” He disappeared into his sheets again, hooting softly like a little owl as he wriggled to get comfy. His hoots died down once he positioned himself and he shut his eyes. He may or may not have purposefully positioned himself so his back was facing the other.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Bryn muttered under his breath, standing up and gathering the dishes. "Look, I'm leaving for work in half an hour, I'll be back around lunch. You're going to stay in bed all day and rest because you're obviously falling apart at the seams. I'm gonna get you some fuckin painkillers so you can move without wincing and I'm going to cook you dinner and I swear to god if you don't take care of yourself I'll bitch until your ears fall off."
(Skipp?)
(Sure, want me to start?)
(Yes please!)
Bryn stormed in and collapsed onto the couch, muffling a scream into the pillows in typical fashion. He had a bottle of ibuprofen in one hand- he'd already stolen a few to help with a burgeoning headache- and a heating pad in the other. He'd heard it helped with sore muscles, it was probably worth a shot. "Fuck this job!!"
If someone were breaking in right now, Zack wouldn’t know. He was passed out a whole lot, and was out of the sheets completely with his legs strewn about. He hadn’t decided on what disgusting thing to do to scar the Human but maybe when he was a little bit more awake he’d decide.
After getting most of his anger out by screaming incomprehensibly into the depths of the couch, Bryn decided to check on Zack. He swung the door open, tramped into his room, and plopped down on the bed. "I have another present for you, monster boy."
Zack snorted awake, making the most ugly noise ever but being startled awake wasn’t too nice, like ever. He sat up slowly, still looking ruffled and annoyed as when Bryn left that morning.
“Present? The fuck you doing in here?”
"I said I'd be back around lunch. It's 1:23." Bryn looked around for a hand, annoyed that Zack insisted on cocooning himself in blankets all the time. "Gimme your hand."
Zack growled at him and slapped his face before sticking out his hand. One way to offer it.
“Whatever, what the fuck do you have for me, anyway, ass?”
Bryn hissed quietly, rubbing his cheek with a scowl. "Oh grow up. I'm trying to take care of you but at this point, I'm just fucking tired. Just lay here and wallow for all I care! I'm sorry I even gave a shit!" He chucked the painkillers at Zack's hand and hurried out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
(bomph)
(Sorry)
Zack growled at him as he dramatically flew out of the room and looked down at the bottle. He hadn’t even brought him water or something to eat with the ibuprofen. He set down the bottle and laid back again, groaning faintly. He’d just wait out the pain, he didn’t really care all that much about pills.
Bryn stayed sprawled out on the couch for a while, decompressing. His headache was persistent despite the pills, pounding angrily on the walls of his skull like an angry child. Or like Zack, maybe. Bryn rubbed his cheek with a troubled frown, wondering if he should be worried. Normally he'd kick out a houseguest who hit him, but Zack was… well, as much as Bryn hated to admit it, he was a special case.
Zack’s back ached more than it usually did, and he rolled over onto his shoulder. He needed to go out tonight and get a Contract or Inoas would come after him. He would be fine enough just to do one small one or something before Bryan decided if he wanted one or not.
Bryn buried his head in a pillow, all curled up like a dying thing, and huddled under the blanket. It almost looked like it had been left bunched into a corner instead of used to cover his tightly curled frame.
Zack soon found it in himself to sit up. He’d go to a bar or something near here and pick some midday drinker up. Then he’d come back with hopefully a lot of time to spare. Unless they were a partner who liked more than one round. He sincerely hoped not as he limped around the room a little, testing to see how well he could do certain things before walking out of the room itself, hiding his limp pretty well as he slipped on shoes.
"Where're you going?" Bryn asked, peering spitefully out from his blanket fortress. Speaking made his head throb but knowing what was happening trumped comfort. Especially if Zack was going out while he was still all beat up. "You can barely walk, stay in."
“I have to.” He bent down a little to tie his shoe, and took a moment to stand again. There was not one part of him that was screaming for him not to go, but he forced himself to shoulder on the flannel bunched up at the door and fix his hair from its ruffled state.
Bryn let out a muffled groan, poking his head out of the blanket nest to squint at him suspiciously. There was no good reason for him to go out; what was he hiding? "Why? You're hurting, stay home."
