Book of Ghouls

drunk-dewdrop

"Come on Dew, time for bed," I lightly tugged on the drunk fire ghoul's sleeve.

"I don't wanna sleep yet!" He protested.

"We don't have to sleep, let's just go lay down." Dew didn't argue with that, and followed me to our room, almost tripping over his own feet a few times. I laid down and he quickly snuggled up to me. We held each other, his head resting on my chest.

"I could totally beat the shit out of you," dew whispered, before placing a gentle kiss on my neck.

"I know baby," I rubbed his back. He let out a content sigh before passing out.