𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 & 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔶

He says that, and yet Damien had soup smeared across his forehead like some backwards baptism and Michael smelled like a delicious winery. 

Despite himself, Damien snickers and wipes the soup off with a napkin. The denial was funny to him because wasn’t the ‘first step’ admitting that you had a problem? Hilarious.

“I want some.”

Honestly, if Damien had given Michael the chance; he would have licked the soup off Damien’s forehead clean. He of course melts at the sight of Damien’s expression. “You’re too handsome for your own good,” Michael croons. 

His brows arch up, as if to say Oh REALLY? and his eyes flick down to the anklet he knows is hiding beneath that pant leg. He brings his hand up with a smirk on his face and with a snap of his fingers, a small burst of flames like a firecracker goes after the anklet. The bursts leave behind small scorch marks on the carpet and the floor, but it wasn’t like anyone minded since they could always just buy more anyway.

“Are you going to dance for me, baby?” he asks and snaps his fingers some more.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole.” Kenny says, knowing fully well what Damien is up to when he holds his hand up. The smallest flames come to Kenny’s anklet and the smell of burnt fabric and plastic makes Kenny’s nose wrinkle.

Getting down on one knee to smother the small flames... His skin does have the ability to withstand some heat, but he wasn’t completely immune to burns.

“I meant for the budding drinking problem, you fucking alcoholic.”

“….”

“Michael. Darling.. Should I be concerned?”

Someone: *Flirts with Kenny or Michael.*

Kenny: I didn’t even notice Michael: I didn’t even notice Mun: I didn’t even notice

Or the classic track:

Damien and Michael hungover and heartbroken af over Kenny. 

He stops just to look the blond in the face because truthfully, the Prince of Hell needed a moment to absorb- The fucking AUDACITY of this utter BITCH.

“You know-  I was. I was completely calm. And now?” An utterly FAKE smile stretches across his face. “I want to see just how tamper proof this thing is. I’m sure your parole officer will understand. They only hate you a little, right?”

“YOUNG MAN, please, respect the law. I committed the crime and gotta serve the time,” He tries his best to mimic the judge who laid his judgement on Kenny. Yes, the judge was paid handsomely.  Agreements have been made with the Mayor AND Thorn Company. Gotta love making connections!

Kenny steps back to attempt to protect his monitoring anklet. He can’t get it replaced and more time added for mischief. 

“Damien... Damien.... If you don’t calm down, ‘m gonna call the cops and tell ‘em you’re the zodiac killer. No joke.”