TiredOtter? One on One?

Time skip?~//

(Sure! I have to drive my brother somewhere so I’ll be gone for around a half hour!)

(Ah, cool. I just got a sketchad so I'll be drawing.)

(I’m back! And that’s awesome that you’re good at drawing!)

Thanks darlin'! Where should we skip to?//

(Hmm… Not sure. Any thoughts?)

None…//

(Well if we skip ahead a couple hours then Trent will probably start getting sleepy and stop complaining. He’d probably be hungry too, so maybe Blair could hunt?)

Sounds good. Want to start us off?//

(Sure thing!)

Trenton, at the moment, was curled up on the couch. The prince’s eyes were only half open, warily watching a scorpion scuttle across the floor. He shivered a little, out of both disgust and just being cold. His stomach promptly growled, causing the miserable young man to call out to the demon entrapping him. “Blair?” The rest of his whine was cut off by a yawn.

Blair looked up from a quick sketch he was doing with charcoal up to Trenton. "Yes, Prince whiny?" He asked with an eyebrow wiggle, his speaking covering up the small noise his stomach made.

Trent narrowed his eyes, but didn’t protest. “I’m hungry… and cold.” He complained softly, burrowing further into the cushions.

"My stars! Fine, I'll go hunting." Blair exclaimed, his bat wings bursting out his back. He flicked his hand and a large fire flickered up from the ground in a firey woosh.

Trent flinched, but seemed grateful for the sudden blast of warmth. “You could always release me instead.”

Blair said nothing, stepping through the wall of shadows before pushing his hand into the cave, sticking up his middle finger at the stuck up prince.

“That makes you look highly undignified!” Trent shouted after him.

"Your mom makes you look highly undignified."

Trent rolled his eyes and got up, starting to snoop around the cave.

Blair: Bitch, don't snoop in my cave you undignified swine.//

Blair growled something under his breath and spread his wings, diving into the deep forest in search of prey.

Trent grabbed a torch off the wall, his eyes straining to see in the darkness. He used it to vanish into one of the back rooms, searching for possible escape routes.

Blair found a deer, pouncing on it and cracking it's neck. He hefted it up in his arms and flew back to the cave.

“Come on, come on…” Trenton frantically search the room for an exit, hardly able to see a foot in front of him.

"I'm back.~" Blair yelled, drop-kicking the deer body through the wall of shadows.

Trent rushed back into the main room, looking away as soon as he saw the dead deer.

"How do you want it cooked? Cooked? Cooked? Or maybe cooked?"

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Trent had his eyes locked on the dead deer, his face paling considerably.

"Dude, how did you expect to kill me when you can't even look at a dead deer?" Blair asked/

Trenton didn’t answer, the torch still gripped in his hands. He turned his head away, shaking slightly.

"My gosh…" Blair trailed off, picking up the deer and bringing it by the fire. He tore off some of it and began cooking.