[ txt ] Well.

[ txt ] What should I say in this case?

[ txt ] Mistaken me for a mirror or is it an excuse to send me a pic of yourself? 😂

[txt]: Maybeeeeeee

[txt]: Don’t I look good though

[txt]: Sends picture of himself in a bar with flushed cheeks 

[txt]: You look gooood too

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

SEND 📲 + AN EMOJI BELOW TO GET A TEXT MESSAGE FROM MY MUSE : 🤫 : a secretive text

( sms ) : Can you delete those voicemails ( `^´ )

( sms ) : Like don't even listen to them

( sms ) : I'll do anything

( sms ) : Delete it! Delete it! ( sms ) : Why does this photo exist?!

11. your muse finds a drawing of them by my muse

It was one of those nights when he felt anxious. Because of certain events he had to keep himself calm and he couldn't help but sigh irritably when noticing he ran out of wine. It was not the greatest way to cope, but hey it was something. And so he picked up his sketchbook pulling his hair as he sat against the cushioned couch. Trying to figure out what to exactly draw and the first person that came to mine was Kayl. Out of all people it had to be him, and he couldn't help but just grumble at the thought of the annoying demon. The thing about the warlock is that he had a good memory and so he carefully drew out his distinct features remembering those eyes. The way he presented himself with such confidence, carefully drawing out his jaw line. He even remembered his tattoo's and piercings.

Even though he couldn't stand his presence and the fact he was watching over him like a little child, he had to admit he was pretty attractive. But of course he had kept that comment to himself and he will swear to this day to never tell him such a thing. And so he continued to carefully draw him out writing the word 'bimbo' write next to it. Without realizing he had fallen asleep having the sketchbook laid out against his lap. He didn't realize Kayl somehow had access to his apartment (and knowing his aunts they probably found a way to give him a key to his apartment) and as soon as he heard the sound of his footsteps he tiredly shifted himself rubbing his eyes softly. "Kayl?" he mumbled under his soft breath snapping out when realizing the other got a hold of his sketchbook.

"Hey! Give me that! Don't you know it's rude to look without asking!" he said yelling as he tried reach towards his sketchbook.

Send 🌜for my muse to have a dream about yours.

Of course the warlock decided to call his aunts insisting that being watched over by Kayl was a ridiculous thing to do. But of course they didn't listen and had told him this is for his safety. If he didn't like it so much they had told him to either deal with it or come back home under their roof. And even though he loved his aunts who had practically raised him he chose to deal it. Throwing his phone to the sigh letting out a displeased sigh. "What's so special about Kayl anyways! He just smokes and--" he grumbled having his lips pursed as he threw the blanket over him not having much to say about the guy. The demon was actually doing great with his job and so he had not much to say about him. Without realizing within minutes of laying on his bed he had fallen asleep.

Suddenly he found himself besides the demon and he wasn't so sure if this was even a dream. Feeling something pulling him back and it felt utterly suffocating. Darkness lingering having a dark shadowed figure appear. Quickly he tried to use his own abilities, but for some reason it didn't work. He could barely breath and all he could feel anxiousness building up against his chest. All he could think was that was he going to die by the hands of some enemy?

But then someone, suddenly approached pulling him out from the clutches of the own figure, looking up to then see Kayl.

"Kayl?"

Quickly his eyelids open letting out a harsh pants to then realize it was a dream. Sweat drooping down on his forehead as he immediately lifted himself up pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt throbbing pain pushing against his temple. "He even shows up in my dreams too? Ugh.." he complained as expected.

“And who are you to command me?” Asmodeus tsked under his breath as if he were reprimanding the other demon, though the tone remained teasing. “While I do enjoy a good stalking game from time to time, I’m afraid that this is a complete coincidence.” It was – mostly. He had been meaning to check in on Kayl for sometime, but had always found other things that kept him busy. “We’re demons, Kayl…causing trouble is coded into the very nature of who we are.”