You Can't Leave the Demon to His Demons (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

He half-closed his eyes, trying to reimagine himself alive like he has been all day.

She dinished her bowl of food, then decided to make another. She used the left overs that had been left to be warmed on the stove.

He remembered the happy laughter of himself with his lover… it melted away as a spatula hit the pot with a clatter. He cursed under his breath and resisted the urge to attack her.

"I heard that" she said glancing over her shoulder at him and going back to the table with her full bowl of warm Chili.

"Shut up," He growled unconsciously as he concentrated on hearing his lover's laugh again…

"Make me" she said, taking a bite of her food.

He got startled out of it again. "Dammit! I will if you don't! I'm someone who puts his words into actions with no fear! SHUT UP!"

"F*ck you" she muttered and ate her food. "who lit your tampon?"

He hugged the sides of his head in an attempt to block her out. He just needed the sound of someone else's voice now… one he hoped he'd hear again…

She gave him a dirty look and continued eating. She picked up the remote and turned on the tv to focus on something else.

He ignored her dirty look and the TV. His lover's deep laugh echoed through his head and brought back pleasant memories of warmth and tranquility.

She turned on Friends and turned the volume up in hopes to drown out any noises he made.

He tightened his grip on his head and squeezed his eyes, blocking out the noises the best he could.

She watched the episode where Barry and Mindy get married and ate her food, laughing appropriatly.

He curled up in himself trying to reimagine himself in his lover's arms… the warmth…

(idk what to add…)

(hm… okay so have her get up and see him all curled up and human-like.)

(okay. so i always pictured him laying on the island because this was usual for him to be in odd places. idk if that was just me or what )
She stood up finished with her dinner and saw him curled up on the counter of the island. she wasnt sure what to do. she just stood there bowl in hand, stuck to her spot.

(I imagined him on the floor since he's taller. So maybe in the corner of the kitchen? Out of the way type deal.)
He tightened his grip on his hair and ignored the fact that she was standing there.

( i always imagined him in weird places such as the island or curled up around a fake potted tree. idk)
She stood there, staring. when she finally came back to reality she walked over to the sink and set the bowl down. she turned around and put her hands on the sink rim, staring at him again, not sure what was wrong.

(I imagined him straight up in her mind for a while. I think he should be able to choose. Maybe we could compromise and say usually he ends up in weird places but now he's out of the way)

He shifted his shoulders back, the prickling sensation of being watched made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with apprehension.

(Fair enough)
She saw his sudden movement, but didnt dare say or do anything.

He moved his hands and glared over. "What? You're making me feel nervous. Go away!"

"I believe this is my home. i do as i please." she paused. "nervous huh? why are you nervous"

"I have every right to be nervous with you boring your stupid gaze into my back!"

"Well youre being weird. your in my home, so i have every right to look at you as i am" she said, a mocking emphasis on the words 'every right'.

"You're being a little bitch. Now we're on the same boat. Can you go away now?"

"Im always a little bitch sweetheart. or have you not noticed by now?"

"Don't call me sweetheart or your new name is assface. Go away!"

"I dont care what you name me. Doesnt bother me." she paused " and ill go where i want thanks much. its my home. the door is right over there." she pointed towards the front door.