Abaddon rolled his eyes and took a sip, immediately scowling. "Ugh, it is bitter. What is this, cyanide?"
are you scared?//one on one (closed)
“Yes.” Grayson answered bluntly.
"No wonder you humans drink it," Abaddon muttered before trying another sip
“You know I’m kidding right?” He laughed.
"I was expecting it," Abaddon said with a roll of his eyes
“Okay good.” He chuckles softly.
Abaddon just rolled his eyes before taking another swig of the bitter coffee out of spite
“You like it?” He asked, walking into his apartment.
"Not particularly, no. It needs to be sweeter," Abaddon muttered
“I’m not drinking sweet coffee. That’s gross.” Grayson scrunched up his nose.
"Why wouldn't you? Sweet things are better," Abaddon huffed, his lips pursed as he spoke
“Quite the opposite actually.” Grayson said, laying down on the couch.
"Whatever, weirdo," Abaddon said with a roll of his eyes
“I’m not a weirdo.” Grayson defended himself with a frown.
"All humans are weird, you're just particularly odd," Abaddon retorted
“Am not.” Grayson muttered, not looking at him.
"You are," Abaddon retorted before taking a swig of his coffee
“No I’m not!” He smiled a little.
"Humans are weird. You're human. Therefore, you are weird," Abaddon hummed before finishing off his coffee
“Not all humans are weird.” Grayson huffed.
"On the contrary," Abaddon retorted as he tossed the cup aside. It dissolved into particles as soon as it left his fingertips
“Okay, some are. But I am not the weirdest of them all.”
"No, you're somewhat weird," Abaddon hummed
“I guess that’s better.” He shrugged.
"Not for long," Abaddon chuckled
“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
"Mm, nothing," Abaddon hummed, a cheeky grin on his face
Grayson scowled and turned away from him. He hated not being able to hear Abaddon’s thoughts.
Abaddon giggled to himself, grinning as he floated through the air
Grayson sighed and closed his eyes, stretching out.