mammon groaned for the umpteenth time that hour, one of his hands running through his messy, white locks. he looked back down at the sheet in front of him - math. it wasnt that mammon couldnt do it: that was far from the truth. outside of school, he excelled at it ... well, he excelled at anything related to money. but he never saw the point of actually trying with his school work. the only time he would ever sit down and complete the work was when lucifer threatened him with something he loved - yet again, money.

but recently, mammon had found himself slightly more motivated to do his work than usual. it was becoming more and more often that he would voluntarily sit down and study, which understandably scared the shit out of his brothers. mammon claimed that he was only doing it so that lucifer would increase his allowance, but when mammon saw your smiling face and how happy you looked at the increase in his test results, he knew the actual reason why he did it.

but this clearly wasnt one of those sweet, heartwarming moments. so, when you felt a sharp poke at your forehead, and the feeling of folded paper fall onto your lap, you put down your pen and glared across the table at your irritating lover, who was pretending to busy himself with his work. with a sigh, you looked down at your lap to see a paper plane resting there, the nose of the plane slightly crumpled from hitting your head. taking the plane into your hands, you unfolded it to reveal one of mammon's blank worksheets, save for a scribble of words on the back of the page.

'youve got a booger ¬‿¬ '

at this, your face flushed with embarrassment, annoyed with mammon for not telling you. you scrunched up the paper plane in your hands before throwing it at your boyfriend's face.

"FUCK YOU!!!"