Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Seth splutters and laughs. "What are you doing?" He asks, smiling at Zackary.

Zackary was grinning. Squish

“Your stomach is so damn squishy!”

Seth huffs and pouts. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

Zackary caught Seth in a waist hug and started rocking them. “You’re a healthy squish.” He grinned into Seth’s hair.

Seth chuckles and kisses Zackarys softly as he makes food. "Uh huh. That's what's I thought."

Zackary hummed gently and kissed Seth on the cheek. “Should I leave you alone, now?”

"No." He says, smiling a little. "I want you to stay." He mumbles, laughing a little.

Zackary laughed gently too and rubbed Seth’s tummy. “Good, cuz I wasn’t going to. I’d be concerned if you wanted me to to leave.”

"I'd never want you to leave." Seth replies, laughing gently as he kisses Zackary's cheek. He hums in thought. "What salad should I make?"

Zackary hummed along with Seth’s. “Caesar. Caesar salad’s really good.”

"Caesar it is." He replies happily, smiling up at Zackary before starting on the salad.

Zackary grinned a little and put his hands into Seth’s pockets, leaning their waists together. “So, we both had good days, yeah?”

"Yep." He hums, nuzzling the other. "I'm glad you had a good day today."

Zackary nuzzled him back, grinning. “We could still have a nice night.”

"Yes we could." Seth replies, smiling at the other. He loved Zackary very much and was glad he was loved by the other. "How's being a full fledged demon?" He asks curiously. "No pains, sudden chills?" He asks gently.

Zackary shook his head. “No, I feel great! Better than usual.”

"That's wonderful." Seth says happily, laughing gently. "I love you." He says happily.

Zackary hummed and hugged Seth close. “I love you too, Seth.”

Seth chuckles and starts working on the salad.

Zackary lets go of Seth. “I’ll be in the living room.”

Seth nods and smiles, "Alright, love." He calls happily, humming as he works.

(Skip?)

(Sure)

(To the next day okay? Whenever Met and Seth go out?)

(Alright)

(Okayyyy)

It was early the next morning when Met skulked downstairs into the kitchen to pick up some food. He sniffed around in the cabinets curiously.

Seth was up, humming as he does so. "Morning Met! Breakfast is on the counter." He calls happily, finding his keys and adjusting his jacket.

Met jumped violently and bumped his head on the cabinet door, turning to Seth suddenly.
“Seth! I didn’t know you were up, I was just hungry and…”

Seth smiles, "It's alright, it's alright." He says, walking towards the other. "I know. I made breakfast." Seth says kindly, inspecting Met to see if his head was okay. "It's on the stove."

Met nodded and rubbed his head. His hair was still floofy, bedridden and tangled. “Okay… where are you going?”