ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ａ ｃａｔｃｈ - mr. wonderboy and Rivkah

[Rivkah]

ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ａ ｃａｔｃｈ

A homeless boy has been on the streets, using what little money he has for food. The only work he can do is performing in the park for loose bills and change. His normal camp-out is in an alley that even most of the scum of the city don't know about. One evening, he speaks to himself, wishing for company and for a better life. Little did he know a demon boy had been listening, and as a result, having him reveal himself shocks him. But what is even more shocking happens to be this: He offers to use his advanced knowledge in magic to get him whatever he desires. He of course knows there must be a catch, so he tells him - he wants his strongest emotion all to himself, as emotional energy is what he feeds off of. That emotion happens to be joy and love. He agrees, of course, but he doesn't think about what it means, pledging this strong emotion to him with the promise that he will share it with no one else.

plot credit to me.

this is a one x one, please do not post if you aren't us.

[mr. wonderboy]

The light was rushing away, fleeing from it's enemy, what it feared most. Night. They were natural enemies, feuding with one another, an never ending battle for dominance. Though that wasn't all, they had allies, that helped one another. Some were bound to one, some were traitors, and then you had the neutrals. They all fought with one another, not caring, or sparing a thought to the species who rest below them. The human species was a delicate kind, so fragile, weak, and pathetic. A race that was sure to die out, for they were no better than those in the skies. They were a race who killed one another, a race who strove to be on top, such a sad one it was. Their knowledge was dim, for they knew nothing of what truly existed beyond them, and Julius wasn't excluded.

The lanky boy stood slowly, arm rising to cover his mouth, as he was sent into a coughing fit. He had fallen sick due to the wars in the skies, the air was bitter, the winds were angry, and he was a nothing but a victim. Though it may have been the boys fault, for not having a family, money, or shelter. Maybe he wasn't the brightest for not accepting help from the kinds of others, not wanting the receive, and not being able to give back. That had always been his problem, being to strong-willed to accept help, and that could be the reason he was still where he was today. Wherever that may have been. He wasn't quite sure himself, but he knew he wasn't in even a decent area. He was covered in grime, dried blood, and was unsure of the rest.

Honey brown eyes were bitter, just like the sickly boy, and he announced it to the world. Often at times when he hid in alley, sleeping next to a half dead person, willing himself to sleep, and praying to never open his eyes again. For he hadn't wanted to end up like the next, waking up another cold body on his lap, but he never got what he wanted. He hid away, stomach empty, aching. He had little money left, not enough for even a single piece of a meal. His eyes were shut, had been for hours, for his eyes were puffy from the tears. He didn't remember much, but he knew the feeling, the -literal- dead weight resting on his side. He felt heavy to even himself, scooting himself away, deafening his ears to the thump of the fallen body.

The clear liquid begun to pool in the eyes of the boy who curled up into himself. He couldn't wouldn't make it out alive living like this. He was far too damaged to be of any use, too pathetic to take the loose change from the lifeless bum beside him, and quite frankly lost his will to keep going for that body had been his only friend through this whole journey. He could feel his body quake, as he willed to be strong, to have the decency to not cry for the loss. For his friend was much stronger than he'd ever be. He was the only reason he had even come this far, for he'd be dead months ago, with no one to care for his passing away. None of it mattered to him anymore, nothing ever would, it was useless to even wish for anything to come his way, but he found the wish weakly spilling from his lips.

"Please... give me anything, anyone, just someone who... I nee-... f*ck, please."

[ - Sorry if this is horrible, it's the best I could do.
The war in the sky represents the weather. - ]

[Rivkah]

{{ I love how you write! }}

Ah the bliss of the night. Stars timidly peeking out from behind dark skies, wondering if their prison warden, the sun, had retired so they could shine once more. They came out by the dozen, dancing across the sky most cheerfully. The moon accompanied them, a white crescent dish in the sky. The streets were finally quiet as people retreated into their homes. There was only one solitary figure left on the streets that had a home. His footsteps were near-silent on the empty streets, but to his heightened senses they were deafening, pounding down the alleys rythymically. He had no objection to it, however.

The demon lifted his eyes to the sky, immune to the bitter weather and harsh atmosphere. His invisible wings were in a relaxed fashion against his back. Oh how he loved his wings. Black with a ten foot span, they were leathery and smooth on the outside, but the inner scoop held warmth in its velvety fur. Yet he didn't need it for the cold. However, as his body temperature was only seventy degrees and capable of withstanding being set on fire, he did prefer summer anyway. A cruel smile painted itself upon his features and his keen hearing tuned into every little soung along the alleys. What he had expected to hear was a meal - a human he could prey off the emotions of. What he didn't expect to hear - it was just too good to be true - was a wish of a young man.

His grin grew, as he paused, detecting the source - a boy crumpled near the entrance to the alley. He barely acknowledged nor glanced at the deceased form, as he was more than used to corpses. Hidden by shadow, he listened ti the wish before slipping across from the boy and stepping into the moonlight. "Anyone giving you anything?" he murmured with a wicked smile. He then bowed in a mock-proper way, his wings opening in a flourish as they dropped this invisibility spell. "The name is Nathaniel, kid," he introduced himself as he straightened to his full height of six feet. "And I fit into the 'anyone' category."

A small chuckle alipped from his lips voluntarily, amber eyes sweeping the boy's face. They had to be around the same age. However, the demon stood out. Chalk white skin, bright eyes of amber, flaming red hair, and a handsome face that was sultry and brooding. Enough to drive girls wild, but did he care? Hardly. He didn't prefer the opposite gender. "I can help you with your problem," he said quietly with a smirk. "I am most obviously not human. I have magic, intelligence beyond human understanding, and I have people. I can give you whatever you could possible desire." He held out his hand to help the weeping, homeless boy up. Pity faintly crossed his features before it was gone completely.

"However, magic has a price," he added coolly, a sparkle in his eyes. Rubbin his jaw, he looked the boy over for a moment before he smirked lightly. "Question is, would you be desperate enough to take the bargain?"

[mr. wonderboy]

A flash of momentary shock briefly painted the features on his face, before they hardened, and became stony. He could feel the ache in his chest, the burn increasing at a rapid pace, as the air got stuck in his throat. He hardly had time to take in the imposing figure before him, one who probably heard the pathetic request, and for a matter of seconds the embarrassment harassed him greatly. He felt his stomach churn as he begun to cough, the taste of copper tainting his tongue, as he discreetly spit it aside on the grimy floor beside him. The question he had been asked only proved his assumptions on the eves dropper standing here, bowing in a mocking manner he hadn't even found the tiniest bit funny.

Balled fists weakly rubbed the tired eyes, which held small traces of sleep. He blinked once, then twice, and even a third. They hadn't disappeared out of nowhere as they had came. His mouth opened and shut on several different occasions, unable to do anything, but bite down on his lip to keep from yelling. Again, the handsome figure was speaking, though, Julius was sure he had been listening. He tore his eyes away, glancing at the dead body with a sharp glare, and removing it at the pang of hurt he felt deep in his gut. He was a poor, pitiful male to even think for a second that his dearest friend would drug him, but nothing else could possibly prove what he was seeing with his own two eyes.

He lowered his head, peering at the male through thick lashes, and scowled. He wasn't sure what the hell was so funny, so he wasn't fond of this laughter thing the other had going on. It was then that he had enough, there was no one who could help, and he bit back a smart remark. There was nothing that he could say to make any light of his current situation, for it was obvious he was standing on his last leg. He wasn't prepared to hear the casual saying of being anything but human, and his actions seemed to strongly prove it. The small string of colorful curses, the flare of colors on his pale skin, and even the various amounts of expressions drawn on his face. He forced himself to take deep breaths, listen to the males words, but he wasn't accepting the hand held out for him.

He had learnt to read people, so he was quick to catch the look of pity, before it faded away. He held his nose up, groaning softly at the ache in his muscles who were protesting against the rushed movements, and he nearly fell back to the floor. He forced himself to stand up straight, taking a curious step forward, but he needed the wall to hold his weight up.He found his look contrasted greatly from the others. For he stood at five feet and ten inches, -usually- tan but now palish skin, honey brown eyes which lacked their shine, dirty blonde hair, and a face not nearly as handsome which was borderline 'cute'. It wasn't like it mattered, it never would, so he was fine with it.

He payed attention, listening intently, eyeing the male suspiciously. It wasn't everyday someone accused themselves of being demons. With what little strength he had left, he pushed himself from off the wall, and into the chest of the slightly taller male. He bit back an offending cough, which in turn, made his eyes glisten with a layer of fresh tears. Moving past, he reached out his hands, snaking the around the others back, and shied away after he felt where the wings jutted out from bones in his back. He felt lightheaded, his legs wobbling, and breath quickening. His eyes clamped shut, taking deep breaths, before sliding his body back to the alley floor. He frowned at the word 'desperate', but he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't.

Drowning out his fear, he scowled coldly, almost stubbornly refusing the offer. Almost. "Fine." He spat out weakly, directing his gaze to his tattered shoes, or what was left of them. "What's the... catch?"

[ - Ugh, it's gross, but you're superb.
You make me jealous! - ]

[Rivkah]

It was amusing to see the boy do a double-take when first seeing that he had wings sprouting from his back. He kept quiet, head inclined thoughtfully. Nathaniel was a logical young man and more than happy to analyze something to death. It was a habit most people found annoying, as he was quick to point out mistakes and take things literally. He was the arrogant type, and the only mistakes he would never utter were his own.

He stopped in his poking fun, sensing the boy was not at all amused by it. Sighing, he tried to keep a cruel smile from curling upon his lips. His wings ffolded and unfolded impatiently agsinst his back and the paranoid demon glanced behind him. He was always watching his own back because he knew he had no companions or friends to do it for him.

A look of disgust momentarily flickered across his features as the boy fell into his chest. However, he merely shook his head, hand flattening against the lad's back to support him. Conflicting emotions flashed through his irises and hr flinched upon feeling fingers on his back. He was very sensitive about his wings. It didn't last long as he sank back to the alley floor. He knelt down, just so they could see eye-to-eye. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he rustled his wings and caught the boy lightly by his wrists.

Listening to the boy accept his proposal, he smirked lightly. "It's not your soul or any stereotypical nonsense like that, if that happens to be in your mind. What I want is simple," he purred, voce light and airy. "I want your strongest, deepest emotion. I am not picky on what it is, so long as it is the one you put the most passion into." He gently touched the boy's discolored skin. "Anger, hate, joy, love..." Chewing on his lip thoughtfully, he tilted his head. "Once you agree to it, the emotion is mine and you can only express it toward me. You can only lose your temper at me, or be extraordinarily chipper around me. It depends on the emotion you give." He licked his teeth, growing quiet.

"Your every wish," he declared confidently, a grin painted upon his face, "everything you could ever want. Food, money, clothing, a house. All for the emotion you put the most emphasis on." He gently kept his grip on the boy and helped him stand slowly, before his arms went around him to keep him from falling. "What do you say to that?" he murmured in his ear. Trying to keep his lips from twitching into a smile, his amber eyes stayed trained upon the more petite boy's face. He had a feeling he would accept the terms. If not, it was merely his loss.

Thoughtfully, he kept his eyes on the small homeless thing in his firm arms. He seemed helpless, mourning the dead body in the corner. How this little... whatever he was survived this long, he had no idea for sure, but suspected that deceased bum might have been his only support. So now he was totally alone. Ironic. Nathaniel had always been alone. His mind jumped to what he could give the boy. He owned a large house just outside the city limits. Two stories, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a nice-sized kitchen, a dining room, a library, and a nice sitting room. Surely that would be enough. He didn't use much of it, the lad could have it. Nathaniel also had a lot of money saved from odd jobs. He didn't eat real food, so he didn't use the kitchen at all.

Forcing himself out of his pondering and into the cold reality of the alleys, he gazed down at the boy of which he did not know the name and waited to hear his decision.

{{ you talking to me? I am an amateur cx }}

[mr. wonderboy]

He shut his eyes, shivering as he imagined he could feel a slight breeze, as the other folded and unfolded his wings. It make his stomach flop, and bile rise in his throat. He inhaled slowly, and opened his eyes as he exhaled. Hearing the shuffling feet, he looked over towards the demon who knelt down in front of him, and looked him square in the eyes. He blinked rapidly, swallowing the nauseous feeling down, and removed his gaze from the wings. That was going to take a lot of getting used to. He flinched, eyes focusing back on the demon in front of him, willing himself to relax at the others touch. He was curious to what the terms of this agreement was, and it was painted all over his face.

He listened to the other, smirking to himself, and blanked his features once more. He's never once read any fantasy book about demons, werewolves, or skin-walkers for that matter. He's only once read a Dracula book he found it the garbage. So he didn't know of this stereotypical thing the other mentioned, and he found himself wanting to ask. He rolled his eyes at the actual request of this deal they had going on between them. He was almost sure that he couldn't give the male any emotion, because he failed to express them once he hit the streets. It was hard to be bound to a certain emotion, so he rid himself of all of them. Just occasionally feeling bitter, or slightly happy when his deceased friend was alive.

He bit down on his lips at the cold fingers touching his face, but didn't object to it. "So what you're asking, is whatever emotion I may choose, I can only show it towards you?" He asked dumbly, taking time to think back on what emotions he was actually decent at showing. He tuned his ears back to the voice emitting from the other. It all sounded nice, too good to be true. He gasped softly as he felt himself rising from off of the floor, and found himself leaning into the arms holding him up. He felt a shiver rush through his spine at the feeling of warm breath teasing against his ear. He looked up into the amber eyes, finding them staring into his own, and he sighed softly.

He wasn't sure if he was capable of showing emotion to the extent the other wanted, he wasn't even sure what he was like. He thought back on it, finding himself smiling at the good and bad times he had with Noah. He could fondly remember all of the times Noah had complained about him being overly affectionate with him. Noah was never fond of touching, so he only allowed the hugs, and cuddling when it was cold or rainy. There was also a time where he complained about him being too soft and kind. He would always tell Julius how he needed to toughen up, and learn how to say no. That people were quick to turn and run over you. He sighed softly, coming out of his thoughts, and nodded softly.

"Well, I guess we have a deal. Only if you don't mind too much affection, or kindness." He murmured, laying his forehead on the chest of the other. "Nathaniel, I am Julius."

[ - Yeah I'm talking to you! Amateur or not, you're amazing. - ]

[Rivkah]

The demon did his best to stay patient with this pesky mortal. Which was not easy considering he had low patience and a quick temper to begin with. His foolish question was halfway between amusing and downright aggravating. Obviously it was common sense that his question had already been answered. "Yes," he answered with dry sarcasm and slight annoyance tinting his tone. "That is correct. It would be shown only to myself. Reserved for me." Thoughtfully he gazed down at the boy, one copper eyebrow raising.

A wicked smile plastered itself across his face as the boy finally spoke, head against Nathaniel's chest. "Oh I assure you," he crooned, "there is never too much. If affection is your choice, then I want as much of it as I can get." Perking up a bit upon the lad's introduction, he grinned once more and murmured, "I assure you it is a pleasure to be in your acquaintance." He was almost giddy with the taste of victory. "The city limits are not far but I do not think you have the strength to walk," he commented. "So we will take a shortcut."

The shadows seemed to leap out a bit more than usual and he clutched Julius as the alley dissolved around them, at least to a mortal's senses. It was soon replaced by the main hall of his home coming into focus. As it adjusted completely he loosened his grasp and glanced around. "I assumed you wanted shelter above everything else. The land is under my name so I will pay the taxes, but you are fre to claim anu of the three bedrooms beside mine as yours. I will buy som food in the morning if you make a list." He smirked softly.

"And yes, I did indeed say pay. None of your wishes fulfilled will be illegal. It would violate the terms of getting you whatever you wanted with no other catch but the emotion promised." With a tilt of his head, he folded his hands behind his back. "Feel free to explore. There are first aid kits in the bathroom and kitchen, regular medicine in the bathroom cabinet. If you want anything more, such as clean clothing, you may ask now." He blinked lightly, finished with his rambling narrative on what th boy had access to.

"Welcome to your new home, Julius," he said finally as he glanced around.

{{ ee thanks }}

[mr. wonderboy]

"Hn" he muttered simply as the male begun to speak to him, for he was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure what he agreed to, why he had, or why he accepted help. He never had, but was he so desperate that he finally broke? The crease of his brow answered his own question, as he looked up at the demon who was holding him up. He simply nodded in agreement, for his legs still felt like they were about to give out on him. So as they progressed forward, he kept his eyes trained to the ground, watching one foot follow the other. He paid no mind to any of the words spilling from the others lips, until they had come to a stop. He hadn't wanted to know how they arrived at their destination so fast, so he intended on not asking a single question.

Instead, he looked at the place he would be resting in from now on, and his mouth slipped open. For a moment, he was stunned, about to babble a few sentences of pure nonsense. He bit down on his lips to keep from doing just that, and willed himself to listen to the demon. It was nice, being able to do as he pleased, and be sheltered in a home for once. It made him feel warm just knowing that he'd be inside, away from the weather that made him so dead on the inside. Away from the dead bodies, the grime, all things that drilled fear into his very core. It was a change he fond himself becoming quickly fond of, and it was just the very idea. A subtle smile spread across the pale lips, as he tested his first step without any support.

He was pleased to know even though he struggled a bit, that he made it, and leaned against the door. "Clothes, yes." He said, opening the door, and shrugging off the rag he wore as a shirt. He walked down a hallway, leaning against the wall as he went, and found a nearby bathroom that was located inside a guest bedroom. "Thank you." He muttered under his breath, as he walked into the bathroom. He shed himself of the tattered clothing, a kept his eyes down as he walked past the mirror, for he hadn't wanted to disgust himself. He felt queasy at the thought of even seeing how dirty he must have looked. He turned on the shower, adjusting it to the nearest hottest temperature setting, and stepped inside.

He winced, letting the sting of the hot water pull him in, and drown him. He kept his eyes shut, the blood, grime, dirt, spit, and whatever else he rested in at night washing down his body, and into the grain. He was almost afraid to touch anything, not wanting to taint anything with his impure hands. He sighed softly, his skin red from the heat, and turned the knob down a bit.He knelt down on the floor, legs no longer supporting him, and he washed his body with the wash cloth and soap. Out of everything he had expected, crying was not one of them. Maybe he deserved to be out on the streets. Maybe he deserved to take his friends place of death. Maybe he should have taken his life away when he had the chance.

He was weak, beating himself down like this, and he curled up into himself. He was numb to the pain attacking his body, as he had a cracked rib still trying to heal itself. The soft padding of the water calmed him, his tears subsided, and he picked himself up. He carefully climbed out of the tub, searching for a towel, and when he did he dried himself off. He was standing in front of the mirror, fogged up from the steam of the shower water, and he wiped a bit of it off to take a look at himself. It really made a difference as he could clearly see his hair was actually a lighter shade of blonde, and the 'dirty blonde', was actually just dirt. You could now see the freckles that were dashed across his cheeks.

He turned away, wrapping the towel around his waist, and walking out of the steamy bathroom. "Nathaniel?" He called out quietly,sighing contently as he laid himself on the bed, and waited patiently.

[ - Sorry if this sucks hardcore. - ]

[Rivkah]

The demon tilted his head, watching as the boy tottered off to the bathroom. A smile curled upon his lips, taking this last moment to analyze what his size would be before slipping into his own bedroom. He searched through what was unruined that he had grown out of, the jeans from when he was younger or the shirts that no longer even went over his head. Something small and petite like the boy who would be wearing them. He sighed heavily, raising an eyebrow. After picking out about three clean sets of clothing, he grabbed a pair of shoes that looked to be the boy's size. Muttering an incantation, he watched as the dust swept itself off the shoe and what was worn down on the sole became new again.
"Perfect," he breathed.

Listening to the shower from outside the bathroom, he piled the clothing and some socks, grasping the shoes by their tongues. He stepped out of his bedroom just in time to see the boy emerge from the shower and go into the nearest bedroom. Hearing him call his name, the Scottish lad carried the clothing and set it down next to him. "There's three sets, enough to start you off. One for sleeping in, two for wearing during the day. I would be happy to get you more in the morning. These shoes should be around your size, hopefully." He set the shoes on the floor, wings rustling and twitching on their own, as he only recognized them absentmindedly.

Tipping his head, he straightened only to lean in and whisper, "Don't worry. You may give the emotion whenever you feel it should be due. I will not tell you when to or to not feel it. Just alert me so I know I'm getting my side of the bargain." With that, he tipped his head, moving for the door. "You should see food in the cupboards by morning, so help yourself or ask me to cook, your choice." He grasped the bronze doorknob, using it to swing the door shut behind him before he let it free of his cold fingers. A smile twitched on his lips as he entered his own bedroom.

Striding over to the window, he gazed outside, forehead touching the glass as he leaned against the sill. The dark of the night now cloaked the environment, and just an hour ago or something along those lines, it had been a chilly but sunny day. Dusk and anything beyond that besides dawn and day were his favorite times. He was truly free then. Free to hunt, to explore, to walk around as if he owned the town. His wings twitched on his back before draping themselves over his shoulders as if they were a leather jacket. It was quite the optical illusion.

And then there was Julius. Such a fragile looking thing, with a starving belly and no memory of what luxury was. That would change now, but still, it amused the demon. As breakable as porcelain, and if he would snap in half if Nathaniel handled him in any rough way. It could be as much as grasping his wrist too tightly or roughhousing. Simple fooling around could hurt the lad. He was so small compared to the demon, it amazed him. Shaking his head, he licked his teeth thoughtfully and grinned in a broad, wicked manner. This boy was his to manipulate, as long as if it was in grounds of their agreement. But he was surprised the boy was affectionate or loving the most. He seemed to be changed by life on the streets, unable to be sensitive like that. And Nathan, well... he hadn't been shown love or compassion in a long time, and many thought his heart had turned to stone. He was not sure if they were right or not.

"Tomorrow's another day," he whispered in a satisfied manner to himself before turning out the light and crawling into bed, comforted by the warmth of the layered sheet. He was right, tomorrow was yet another day, and it would be a good one with Julius around.

{{ It doesn't, all of your writing is wonderful c: }}

[mr. wonderboy]

Julius watched the demon with curious eyes, wondering for a mere moment if he heard other wishes before his own. After a moment of thinking, he choose to not think about it, for he had known he hadn't cared much for the others. He figured if it wasn't him, it would be someone else, and he would have perished a rotten corpse in some deserted alley. Honey brown irises followed the demon as the other settled the small pile of clothes beside him, and listened to the sound of the others voice. He nodded, letting the other knew he was listening, until the wings on the others back begun to move. He clamped his eyes shut, taking a deep breath, and turning his head away. A reoccurring thing that has happened since he first saw the fantasy objects.

His eyes snapped open in alarm, fingers twitching at the breath brushing against his ear, and a small sound escaped from his throat. Figuring he was about to say something incredibly unintelligent,he kept his mouth shut tight, and sighed softly. He hadn't wanted to move an inch, his muscles incredibly relaxed from the soft mattress. He turned his head back, staring at the slightly taller demon, and picked his body up in an sitting position. He watched as the demon retreated out of his room, looking at the pile of clothes, and slipping on the night shirt given to him. Next came the boxers, and the night pants followed suit. He laid his body back down on the bed, rolling himself up in the blankets, and nearly squealed in delight.

He laid there for a few moments, staring out of the window, and a yawn spilled from his lips. He found himself becoming increasingly tired, eyes threatening to close on him, and refusing to open again. He pulled the blanket over his head, closing his eyes, and taking deep breaths as he sang himself a lullaby to lull himself to sleep. It was no secret that it worked for him, it was one his mother used to sing to him, before she passed away. Which was why when the sun had arrived, he awoke with a startled yelp, and sat up fairly to quick. The long gash on his stomach reopened, and ache in his ribs forced him to lay back down.The pounding in his chest was almost unbearable, his breath was coming out in shallow pants, and he couldn't see straight.

It was clear that he was having another episode, he was terrified, waking up in such a strange place. Where was Noah? He was normally the one calming him down, doing anything to help him, but he was alone. His throat felt like it was closing up,and his body had begun to quake. He couldn't do anything but lay there, for he couldn't make a sound, in fear of taking his last breath. He shut and opened his eyes repeatedly, and within those five minutes, he could feel himself calming down. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, rubbing the sweat off of his brow, and looked around with slight panic. All the events of yesterday came rushing back to him, and that was when he fully allowed himself to calm down.

As he looked down at himself, he could see the small pool of blood he was laying in, and the ache in his body told him he did something very wrong. Very carefully, he pulled himself out of the bed, guiding himself into the restroom, and grabbed the first aid kit. He first cleaned off his stomach, wiping away the excess dried blood, and cleaned it with the cotton ball and disinfectant. Then he grabbed the needle and thread, and thread the needle through the hole, and bit down fiercely on the cloth of his shirt. After a few minutes of groaning and grunting, he wrapped his stitching on his stomach with the bandage, and rid himself of the bloody shirt. He used the sin as leverage to pull himself up, and cleaned off his face and hands, and brushed his teeth.

His face flushed red, he made his way into the bedroom, and tossed on an outfit for the day given to him by the demon. He went in search for the kitchen, which wasn't very hard, and settled himself in a nearby chair. "Nathaniel? I hope you have pain medication, water, and a piece of fruit. For f*cks sake, hurry up too, I'm dying down here!" He muttered frustrated. "Then you can feed or eat or whatever while the medicine works its magic." He babbled on. "Okay? Good."

[ - I think I choose affectionate, because I'm an affectionate person. Also he will probably act a lot like me, gets over things pretty easily, and quite moody. Oh, he also has panic attacks && You're sweet. - ]