Until you die, and I have to move on to a new vessel, Abaddon purred
are you scared?//one on one (closed)
My whole life. Of course. Grayson groaned, flopping onto the couch face first.
Well, if you serve your purpose, it might not be that long, Abaddon purred before seemingly materializing on the couch
Grayson scrambled to the edge of the couch, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you mean?"
"Well, since I technically live in your head via a contract, the sooner you figure out the details of the pact, the sooner we part ways," Abaddon hummed
"Why can't you just tell me the details?" Grayson asked, still curled up and frowning.
"Because there are none," Abaddon hummed
“Wh..how..then how am I supposed to get you to leave?”
"By making the details," Abaddon laughed, obviously enjoying messing with Grayson like this
"Wh-what does that even mean?" Grayson scowled.
"What do you think it means?" Abaddon hummed, grinning like the Cheshire cat now
"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you!" He said loudly and angrily.
Abaddon snickered at just how frustrated Grayson sounded. "Oh, you poor mortal. You walked right into this."
"Well I didn't expect to find a random asshole in an abandoned graveyard in the middle of a night." Grayson snapped back.
"When life gives you lemons, eat them, sweetheart," Abaddon purred. Just for effect he materialized a lemon before just straight up taking a bite out of it
“That’s disgusting.” He said, shifting so he was sitting cross legged across from Abaddon. “Don’t get lemon juice on my couch.”
"It's not real lemon juice, you tool," Abaddon said with a roll of his eyes
“You say things, expecting me to know them.” He grumbled.
"That's because I would have figured you guessed that I'm not really here," Abaddon hummed
“Well yeah..you’re in my head aren’t you?”
"Give the boy a star," Abaddon drawled sarcastically
“Shut up..” Grayson muttered, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
"No thanks," Abaddon hummed, grinning as he spoke
Grayson rolled his eyes and got a little bit of food, walking back and sitting down at the table.
Abaddon was floating leisurely through the air now. "Decent place you have. Could be worse," he hummed as he looked around
“Wow thanks.” Grayson sighed, pushing some papers to the side and putting his feet up on the table.
"Ew, slob," Abaddon scoffed as he watched the papers fall
“I’m totally loving this.” Grayson said sarcastically.
"That's wonderfully obvious," Abaddon drawled, returning the sarcasm with an added eye roll
Grayson stood up, washing his dishes quickly and grabbing his coat. “I’m going out.” He grumbled.