#dyson convo

Sometimes, one single name is all Archibald Simmons needed. It wasn’t an unusual situation for Marley to spare dirtying his hands and instead handing off that work to his friend, Archie preferred the gritty murder tactics over Mars’ patient ‘good things com to those who wait’ mindset. He adored the hunt as well as the next person and the town was already so small on its own to provide a quick track down of Dyson’s address. Once he knew the succubus wasn’t home, Archie broke in and took his time scoping the place, taking note of the empty room the other prepared when Ramona moved in, and even guzzling down a hidden bottle of bourbon Dyson must have had in a cabinet. Archie’s boredom eventually grew and he nicked a knife from the set Dys had in the kitchen before settling into a chair that faced the main entrance in the living room. After what seemed years, Archie perked up as the door unlocked, wasting no time to speak as the man of the hour returned from wherever he has been. “Honey, I’m home.” The succubus grinned, digging the knife’s tip into the chair’s armrest. “This place could really use a woman’s touch, don’t you think?”

Archie could not believe the level of stupid the hospital was on to allow someone so sadistic enough to waltz into the place without realizing their recent stabbing victim residing in one of the rooms was done at his hand. The succubus never failed using dramatic flair for his own gain hence why he had chosen to keep the hood of his coat obscuring his face from every camera in case anyone who either knew Dyson or Owen, anyone gunning for Archie’s head, wouldn’t know he came around. It’s not like he intended to hurt Dyson again, just a small chat. Once he assured both Ramona and the man’s little witch lover Boo were away, Archie snuck in and popped a seat in the one comfortable chair the room had while he watched Dys sleep. Truthfully, he would have been bored out of his mind had the nurse not brought the other succubus his meal and he didn’t hesitate plucking the pudding from the tray before munching in it. Archie had licked the cup clean as he heard rousing, grinning as their eyes locked. “That delicious nurse left you lunch, Dyson. I wouldn’t recommend the jello.” Archie propped up his feet on the edge of the bed. “Did you dream of me?”