"What does that mean?" Abaddon asked, a brow raised as he spoke
are you scared?//one on one (closed)
"I literally meant you've been living in a freaking grave yard for two hundred years. I think if that was me I wouldn't be laying on top of a bitchy nineteen year old who just wants to go to sleep."
"Yeah, but you see, I didn't get to lay on bitchy ninteen year olds who wanted to sleep in a graveyard, which makes this the perfect opportunity to do so," Abaddon retorted
“I guess you have a point..but if I lay here much longer I am going to fall asleep.” He said quietly, wrapping his arms around Abaddon’s back and sighing softly, closing his eyes.
Abaddon tensed when Grayson wrapped his arms around him. He cast a quick glance at him, not knowing entirely what to do
Grayson opened his eyes and smirked, pushing Abaddon closer to him and rolling over. He quickly stood up and got off the bed.
Abaddon squeaked when Grayson rolled, and he huffed when he got off the bed. "Asshole," he huffed
"You were the one laying on top of me." He said, walking downstairs.
"Come back," Abaddon whined, floating after Grayson
"No. You're being annoying." He said, getting some water and sitting up on the counter.
"I'm always annoying. I wouldn't be Abaddon if I wasn't annoying," he hummed
"I'm still not going back up there until it gets dark." He said stubbornly, swinging his legs back and forth.
"Ugh, you're so annoying. Stop being so obnoxious," Abaddon complained before draping himself over Grayson
“Get offff. I’m gonna dump this water on you.” Grayson threatened, smiling a little anyways.
"You can't, I'm in your head and you can't dump water on your mind," Abaddon hummed, grinning widely as he spoke
Grayson sighed and drained the water, pushing Abaddon off him and jumping down from the counter. “I’m bored. What do you want to do?”
"I don't know. What is there to do in the future?" Abaddon asked, followed by a laugh at his own dumb joke
Grayson rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. We can do whatever you want. I don’t care.”
"Well, what is there to do? You forget I've been in a graveyard for two hundred years," Abaddon chuckled
“Ummm…I don’t get out a lot so I’m not really sure.” He said, yawning.
"Well you're no help," Abaddon huffed annoyedly before sticking his tongue out at Grayson
“Neither are you.” Grayson replied, smiling a bit.
"I don't have to be," Abaddon retorted matter-of-factly before beginning to float about aimlessly
“Neither do I.” Grayson laughed a little, watching him.
"Ugh, you're so obnoxious," Abaddon groaned, rolling his eyes as he floated upside down now
“You’re the obnoxious one.” He grumbled. “And since it’s the middle of the day there will be people which means I might have to talk to one of them.”
"Who said you had to talk to them? Just glare at people you don't want to talk to," Abaddon said as if it were obvious
“Some people are too stupid to realize you don’t want to talk to them.” Grayson scowled.
"Well, make them be less stupid. It's not that hard," Abaddon said with a roll of his eyes
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Grayson questioned.