Hey There Demons, It's Me, Ya Boy

18: I Can't Mansplain, Manipulate, Man-Whore My Way Out Of This One, Boys

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"Pretty boy."

"Sh."

"Pspspsps c'mereee-"

"-Shut up."

":(."

"????"

And that was the sum of your morning with Satan.

It was almost seven in the morning, and you had to (mournfully) cancel going to the gym with Beelzebub. Your cramps were getting the best of you, and "cuddling" with Satan soothed some of the pain.

You two were still laying down together in bed, with him laying ramrod straight on his back, and you laying on the side to look at him with your arm on his chest.

He hadn't pushed you off knowing full well he could, so that must mean he didn't actually mind it.

"You blush pretty."

"You have absolutely no shame, do you?" Satan sighs, cheeks flushing darker.

"Nah."

"Where were you last night? I came to your room sometime around midnight, but you weren't here. Your sword was gone, too."

Ah.

You, Diavolo, Solomon, Barbatos, and Lucifer didn't actually discuss what you'd say if anyone were to ask about your absence. The truth was that you didn't expect anyone to care enough to ask in the first place.

"I was with Diavolo and Solomon," You said.

"Why? What were you doing?"

"...I'm really sorry, but I can't tell you."

In any other situation, Satan might've made a sex joke due to the context of your answer. But you sounded so, genuinely guilty from hiding a secret from him, he decided now wasn't the time.

He didn't have to worry though, you took the initiative to make the joke yourself.

"I promise you though, it wasn't anything sexual," You grin cheekily.

Satan chuckles before biting the inside of his cheek to stay quiet, "Well... as long as it's not anything dangerous, then I guess you don't have to share it with me."

Ummmmmm-

About that-

"But you should know, I'll find out on my own eventually," Satan warns, "You seem like the type who's a horrible liar when it matters."

Whelp.

"Yeah, okay," You pat his chest before sitting up, "Keep dreaming, Sherlock."

"...I actually read that book. It was pretty good." Satan mumbles quietly.

You roll your eyes, "Oh, my gosh. You remind me of this theater nerd friend I have. He told me the exact same thing once."

"Would we get along if we ever met?"

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. He hates everyone, even me." Also you're a demon, you wanted to add, "Would not recommend; he's a douchebag."

"...?" Satan sits up with confusion, "Then is he really your friend?"

"Yeah, of course! He has a weird way of showing he cares, but he cares nonetheless."

"Uh huh..."

"Don't judge me. And anyway," You lay down on Satan's lap, "I honestly didn't mind it, but why did you sleep in here? Your room is right next door if you got tired waiting for me."