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

"Do I need to drag you out of bed again?" He asked, continuing to poke her side.

"Noooo! I'll be down soon."

"Okay," He sighed, "I'll start cooking." He left the room and went down to the kitchen, grabbing out everything he would need.

It was about an hour, and the food was all ready. When Lil had smelled the food she skulked down the steps and sat down.

"Here we are," He served up the freshly cooked food, placing some in front of Lil. Razin sat across from her, digging into his own food.

She plucked up her fork and started noisily eating like an animal.

He slowly ate, ignoring her loud eating by zoning out.

She finished quickly and stood with the plate in her hands. She walked over to the sink and cleaned it off, and started walking upstairs to get some clothes.

He finished 5 minutes after she had gone upstairs and he cleaned his plate at the sink quickly, grabbing out a glass and filling it with water before drinking that.

It was around 12, and Lil had finished getting ready and plopped down on their bed, with her phone in her hand. Time to… do human things!

"What time did your parents want us again?" He asked, standing in the doorway.

"Oh! At one. I was thinking we could leave in fifteen minutes, and be a little early. You know how my dad is."

(Speaking of, I'll play her parents.)

He hummed, "Yeah. Do we need to bring anything?"

"No, mum'll be making something."

"Okay," He nodded, sitting down next to her. "What you doing?" He looked over her shoulder at her phone.

"I'm texting one of my high school friends," She said with a tone of disgust, and looking over her shoulder at him. "She's still a hoe."

He chuckled, "Which one is it? Brittany or Thersa?"

"You guess, honey. They both are."

"Brittany?" He asked, "Wasn't she the one who invited people to skinny dip in her pool?"

"Yes, but then there's Theresa who invited people in to the basement during parties and screwed 'em. She's a hardcore hoe."

"And you were friends with these people?"

"They wanted to make sure someone of power was with them, and that she was hot. I filled the requirements."

"Right," He dragged out, "Did you ever screw anyone in a basement?" He asked, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Other than you?" She shot at him. "No. You should be damn glad, too. There were some filthy guys in our High School."

"Nice," He grimaced, "Should we get going then?" He asked, standing up and stretching.

"Yes, Mr. I-think-I'm-so-smooth-I-fucked-one-of-the-hottest-girls-in-my-grade."

"Hey, I was a hormonal teen like most of us," He said, turning to face her.

"Yeah?" She asked as she pulled on a sock. "How many girls did you do?" She pulled an impressive smirk.

He opened his mouth before shutting it again, "Is it bad if I say I don't remember?" A sheepish look coming across his face.