Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
Vincent growled in annoyance and grabbed the pink haired witch by the shoulders, spinning her around to face the couch, where it was evident someone had been sleeping. There was a crumpled up blanked in the corner, a half full glass of water on the coffee table and a few pillows stacked up against the armrest. "I slept on the couch." He snapped, letting her go, clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides, "Because you, in your drunken state decided it would be a good idea to fall asleep on my bed!"
The demon rubbed a hand over his face, cracking a small smile despite the situation, "And don't take this the wrong way, but you're really not my type, Maria."
The demon rubbed a hand over his face, cracking a small smile despite the situation, "And don't take this the wrong way, but you're really not my type, Maria."