"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

"I am not cute, sexy, maybe, but not cute" Trickster glared.

Az sighs, “Tyler’s cute. You can’t change that.”

"Is he? I think he would be cuter dead" Trickster chuckled, wrapping his arms around Carmen.

Az stiffens, staying silent and looking back at his tablet.

"you would also make a cute corpse, dontcha think?" Trickster kissed Carmen's cheek.

Az looks at him, shifting uncomfortably slightly, “Uh. . . No, not really. I like being alive, thanks.”

"oh your no fun" he pouted.

“I let you make me bleed, thanks.” He snaps, glaring at him.

"you did. And I would looove to do it again" he chuckled.

Az sighs softly, stiff slightly.

"anyway~ what are we doing. seems last I remember we were fucking" Trickster let go of Carmen.

“I’m trying to work.” He murmurs, looking back at the tablet.

"awe, but that is boring, I can go do my work, surely there is someone to kill" he hummed.

“We’ve been over this. You’re not killing anyone.” Az murmurs, looking up at the other.

"Not even a little bit?" He pleaded.

“No.”

"Ah screw you, you spoil all my fun" Trickster huffed dramatically

“Yet you’re still here.” He murmurs, looking back to the tablet.

"Because I like you, Carmen~" he wrapped his arms around the others neck.

Az turns slightly, looking at him, his gaze quietly considering the other. “Why?” He tilts his head to the side.

(Trying to decide if MIcheal sees them and let the dramas unfold- ~~Because we all know, Carmen being addicted to toxic relationships, Micheal would be a cheating dick and get pisses if Carmen tries to see anyone else-)

"you tolerate me. And give me attention, and are great at fucking" Trickster giggled

(I mean, micheal might end up almost dead lol. T can be verry protective over things he claims as his)

(Micheal’s a dick. He deserves it. Lol)

“You make it sound like the sex is the biggest deciding factor.” He sighs softly, looking at Trickster, “Everyone deserves attention.”

"Its not, just a bonus…. no ones ever given me attention before. So I dont think thats true"

“Well, most people are dicks.” He mutters, looking at him.

Micheal walks up, scowling, “Carmen.” He snaps sharply.
“What the hell are you doing?”

Az jumps and looks up.

Trickster stands up, glaring at Micheal as he stealthily pulls out a knife.

Az’s hand flashes out, grabbing the other’s wrist tightly, “Micheal. I was just sitting with my friend, Tyler. He was at the party last night, remember? He makes my coffee every morning.”

Micheal raises an eyebrow, “And his arms are around your neck. . . Why?”

"Because I have mental issues and cant function properly and im way to clingy to anyone who doesnt shove me away" Trickster deadpanned

Az swallows.

Michal glares at Trickster, “Did I fucking ask you?!” He growls.

Az closes his eyes, “Babe-“

“Can it. Off your ass. We’re going home.”