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

"Hmm and where do you live?" He grins.

“An apartment complex in the city with my boyfriend.”

"You have a boyfriend?" He blinked, slightly shocked, confused, and disappointed.

“Is that your third question?” He asks.

"Whose your boyfriend?" He glared.

“Is that your third question?” Az repeats. “We’re still playing the game.”

"Yes! Tell me!" He holds the knife threateningly.

He sighs, “Just this guy. . . Micheal.”

"Where can I find him?"

“This has nothing to do with guessing my favorite pass-time activity.”

"Drawing, now tell me" he huffed.

“You’re wrong. It’s not drawing.” He smirks.

"Then what is it?" He crossed his arms.

“Sparing.” He tilts his head to the side, grinning.

"Sp- huh?" He put the knife away, "fine, you win. But I think you should leave your boyfriend"

“What? Why?” He frowns, confused. Carmen was counted. Az on the other hand, was not. He really wanted to punch Micheal in the face.

"How can I keep you to myself if you have a boyfriend?" Trickster frowned.

He blinks, “To. . . Yourself?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Why?”

"You said yourself that I need attention" he hummed.

“But you don’t have to keep me to yourself for that.” He murmurs.

"But I do, if he isnt happy then I come out to play, and whose going to save the world from my games?" He spun in a circle.

Az swallows, tucking his hands behind his back, silent.

"Unless you are willing to let me continue my games, which I would prefer" he smirked.

Az sighs softly, “Fine. . .” He whispers.

"Really?" He slipped back to Tyler, confused and worried.

Az looks at him, silent.

"Im sorry…" he said, taking a step back.

“What? It’s fine. MIcheal’s a douche anyways.”

"Then why are you dating him?" He blinked, actually confused.

Az shrugged, “Because he seemed nice at first.”