The Demons Making a Living RP (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

He hummed in agreement, "We can make it work." They got back to the reception, "Do we book another appointment now?"

(Oh fuck, welp ima just roll with it)

"Hm? Did I?" Razin asked, generally confused.

(whTA THE FUCK)

(Me, constantly)

(ok so let's just say Lil booked it with Dr. Hart.)

(Ok, sorry I messed it up)

Razin climbed into the driver's seat, "So, are you more relaxed now?"

(daahhh it's fiine)

Lil nodded a little. "Still worried a little but…" She shrugged.

(Heyy, so ima be annoying cause i gtg. sorry again.)

"Yeah," He nodded, starting the car, "What's on your diet?"

(nooooOOOOO ok fine)

"Just healthy stuff so that the baby is healthy."

(What up my dude, I'm here, I'm queer and I really need a fucking beer.)

He nodded, "Makes sense."

(I'm here and not quite queer and drinking is bad no)

"Yeah, but he said to lay off the snacks a little. But he said you can eat whatever, as long as it's not in larger quantity… this is so confusing…"

(But Mother)

"I guess try not to ingest as much salt as you have been?" He suggested but it sounded more like a question.

(No)

"I suppose." She folded up the papers carefully.

(bUt MoThEr)

He nodded, "Do you want to go anywhere before home?"

(nO)

"No, let's just go home and drop this stuff off."

(BuT mOtHeR)

"Sounds good," He drove them home, parking in their parking space(o meh gawd). He got out the car and unlocked the door to their house, letting himself in.

(sON/DauGHter nO dRIkIng Is bAAaaadDDD)

Lil followed, took her shoes off and set the papers down on the table, mumbling softly.

(MmMoooOOOoTTTtTtTHHHhhHEEeERRrRrR! I wanna tho)

He slipped his shoes off, picking up the papers and quickly read through them before putting them down again.

(no)

Lil went over to the couch and laid down, feeling exceptionally hungry.

(Fiiine)

Razin took out a glass and filled it with water before chugging it down.

(If i find out that you're drinking i will hunt you down and MAKE you stop)

Lil grabbed a pillow and hugged it as she flipped through channels.

(Mother no, not again)

He climbed the stairs to the living room. "Hey," He greeted.

(again)

"Hello."

(this is the ninth time mother)

"You alright?" He asked, walking over and booping her nose.

(all for a good godamn cause)

"Yeah, I guess."

(and what would that good godamn cause be?)

"You guess?"

"Yeah."

(you're important :3)

(Aww, thanks mother)

"Okay," He booped her nose again.

(^D^)

She grabbed his hand. "SIt."

He sat.