It’s a Homosexual Role Play (O/O pretty open I suppose)

"Yeah, good luck surviving outside this building. As soon as you walk out, those things that were chasing you will be on your ass like butter on bread. There are wards all over this building, but a couple people have been saying they've been seeing the bastard that stabbed you circling the building," Levioth hummed

Zackary curled his wings up to his back and they shivered unhappily. “Mainly because that bastard caught me off guard. I’ll be fine this time. Thanks and everything.” He waved a hand.

"If you walk out there and get stabbed again I can't promise I won't just laugh at you," Levioth chuckled, rolling his eyes before finishing off his bag of chips. He curled the bag up, dropping it in the trash can below him before taking a long swig of soda

Zackary watched this with a more belated expression of disgust.
“Yeah. I think I’ll take the brutal murder and whatever you might do to watch this pathetic act of great diet.”

"Hey, don't judge the guy who's always hungry. We can't pick our genetics," Levioth huffed, resisting the urge to flip Zackary off as he finished off his soda

Zackary clicked his pointy teeth at Levioth. “Yeah. I didn’t chose to have long hair or different colored eyes, did I? But I got them anyway and I try to control it. I suggest you try to do the same.”

That seemed to hit a bit of a sore spot for Levioth, as his partially joking annoyance towards Zackary before seemed to turn a bit more sour. "Yeah, you normal people get all the good defects, don't you?" he shot back, eyes narrowing as he reached his tail down, grabbing a few candy bars and setting them on his chest

“Good defects,” Zackary hissed softly, crossing his arms and turning away at the door. Even though the other demon’s sourness had come from provocation, it still nipped at him.
“Anyway, now that I’ve made you mad, I think you’ll be glad to see me off.” He walked forward, grabbing the doorknob.

"Yeah, have fun getting stabbed," Levioth huffed, rolling onto his side so his back was to Zackary. He nibbled a chocolate bar sourly, just wanting the asshole he had tried to help to leave

Zackary’s wings shook indignantly and he opened the door, stalking through it, slamming it, and looking outside to the window at the end of the hall. He walked to it, sighing. He suddenly shivered at the thought of going back out, shaking his head. Whatever he had told the other, he wasn’t going to just die. Contract Demons didn’t just die. No. They suffered. And the small portion of human infused with him did not want to suffer.

Levioth couldn't help the little flinch he gave when the door was slammed–he had never done well with loud noises. But he let out a soft sigh, turning back onto his back and running a hand through his hair. He took another large bite of chocolate, licking his lips with his overly long tongue before just turning to pout a little while he watched TV

Maybe he should just break into someone else’s apartment. He needed to stay here, obviously, but not with that other guy. Not after what he had said. Nope, he would just ignore the pit of regret in his tummy and act like a Demon.

Levioth finished the rest of his chocolate bar with a big chomp, tail flicking as he unwrapped another bar and began to eat it a bit closer. He huffed softly, flipping between channels again

(I can't help but laugh at the idea of Zack breaking into another apartment bc Levioth's whole apartment is made of inhumans who will totally yell at him until he's kicked right back to Levioth)

(Lmao I was just thinking that but I have a better plan.)

Zackary sighed and shook his head. He couldn’t just break in. That’s stupid. He hobbled over to the elevator and got in, pressing for the laundry room in the basement. He would just hide out there until the angel went away. It was totally the only logical thing to do.

(oh boi, what's the plan?)

Levioth yawned and leaned down with his tail again, grabbing a nearby blanket and draping it around him, not wanting to get up and take a nap somewhere better

(Just to have Zack go downstairs and accidentally scare the shit out of people asey try to do their laundry xD)

The elevator finally reached the bottom basement floor. It was dark and spoopy; precisely the place he liked to be and his angel didn’t. He drifted around the dark hall leading into a large laundry room, looking around. He decided to lean up against the dryer, yawning as its soft vibration and warmth shook him.

(lmao yes)

There were at least three other people in the laundry room, and while one, a small demon-looking boy with large teeth turned away, the two redheads seemed to stare at Zack. One of them was the healer, and another was a tired-looking guy whose eyes narrowed as he seemingly studied Zack. "Hey, aren't you the guy Levi brought in?" the tired one eventually asked

“MmmMmmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMMmmMmM,” was Zack’s response as his massage from the dryer shook his body and wings. He nodded slowly, his eyes closing slowly, not minding the stares.

(I started giggling help)

The tired guy just shook his head, minding his business. The medic, however, lowered his sunglasses, empty eyes wide as he seemingly looked behind Zack. "Hey, bud…" he said slowly, pointing behind him, where a buff, pissed-looking guy looked down at Zack

(Ehehehhehehehehe)

Zackary opened an eye, raising an eyebrow. “Ehhhh? What? Do you wanna kill me too? Get on the list.” He shifted his shoulders against the dryer, sighing. “Just leave me be.”

"That's my washing machine. Move your ass," the guy deadpanned, only glaring at Zack. he was very buff, and he looked more or less like a minotaur. The eyeless guy just leered at the both of them, and the tired guy was looking a little cautious now

((zack is a whole ass mood

“It’s a dryer. It’s warm, I’m cold. But whatever.” He flopped forward onto the ground, his wings splaying out uselessly at his sides as he starfished on the ground.
“Can you leave me alone now?” He sounded close to tears, even though he didn’t feel like he was.

"Oh my god, I thought Kaz was a wreck but you're just goddamn pathetic," the minotaur guy scoffed, which caused the tired guy, Kaz, to make an offended noise. But before things could escalate, the blind guy stepped in.

"Come on, stupid, you obviously need somewhere to stay other than the laundry room. Get up, or I'll have Mikah carry you," he told Zack, nudging him with his foot while the boy from before looked up from where he was sitting atop one of the washing machines

“Nooooooooooohogohohohohohohhh leave me alooooooooonee!” Zack whined loudly, shaking his head and sounding extremely frustrated and upset. “Leaaaaaave! I wanna sleep and you’re not helping! Go away!”

"Go sleep with Levioth, he's been broadcasting enough pouting for me to sense him miles away. Now get up, you mopey ass tweety bird," the blind guy huffed, nudging Zack a little harder with his foot. The minotaur guy had begun to laugh a little at the sight, but Kaz gave him a look

Zackary growled at him and curled up in a tight Demon ball at the laugh. He didn’t like it much when people laughed at him, even if he earned it by acting as stupid as he was now. He just grunted at Levioth’s name, pairing it with the guy he offended with a shrug.

"Alright, that's it. Mikah!" the blind guy yelled at the boy, who quickly jumped off the washing machine and went over to Zack, picking him up effortlessly

Zackary uncurled quickly, continuing his angry Demon flails from earlier. But now he was stronger than what he was, managing to droop from his kidnapper’s arms but not fall.

The boy squeaked when Zackary dropped from his arms, and he quickly knelt down to try and catch him. "Monsieur? Are you okay?" the boy asked frantically, French accent thick as he spoke. Cas just sighed, rolling his eyes as he watched Zack drop