RP Adventures with Devon and Daemon

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Devon tried for something at least resembling a carefree grin, focusing on attempting to loosen tense muscles. Instead of relaxing like he wanted, the redhead's shoulder (the one Daemon's hand was resting on) twitched upward at the same moment his head jerked to the side and down, crushing the white haired man's hand between Devon's shoulder and ear (which had folded over itself weirdly on impact) for one (agonizing) second. Devon immediately jerked his body away from the other, half-yelling rapid-fire apologies, trying to ignore the feeling of his heart sinking into his stomach in shame.

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

Daemon gently pulled Devon close and gently hugged him. "No, don't apologise anymore. You can't help it, right?" He rests one hand on top of the younger male's head and stroked his hair softly as an attempt to calm him.

 

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Heat rising in his face, Devon only continued to twitch helplessly in the taller male's arms, unsure of how to proceed. After a few moments, the redhead's tics only seemed to be getting worse, so he pulled back, murmuring apologies when he accidentally kicked the other. He scooted himself into the corner of the bed, trying to keep Daemon out of reach of his arms and legs, afraid that he might accidentally hurt him.

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

Daemon sighs softly and speaks calmly. "Devon... C-.. Can I help you at all?" He asks pleadingly. "Anything ?"

 

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Devon glanced up at him with a confused expression. "... Why would you--" His eyes and mouth go wide almost comically as his head jerks backwards, then to the side, his neck making a long crackling sound until his head is righted in a more normal position again. Again, Devon feels his heart sinking into his stomach as he looks away from Daemon, ashamed.

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

Daemon stares hard at the (very cute and quirky) redhead and starts to stutter outran explanation. "B-because I am a caring person and I want to ma-make sure my apartment mate is as comfortable a-as I am." He bites his lower lip, attempting to control his nervousness.

 

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Devon shakes his head. "I'm not uncomfortable! I just..." He sighs exasperatedly as his shoulder and ear collide again. "I think the slight panicking and new-roommate-jitters just burned the... the meds... faster and..." His knee jerked up until it nearly smashed into his chin. "... I just need to wait until 6 to take another pill and I'll go back to... to normal..." He tried for another smile, but he... kind of felt like crying. His tics hadn't really bothered him so much until he'd started kindergarten and the other kids made fun of him because he wasn't 'normal.' (He'd hated the word ever since. Just who was it that got to decide what was 'normal' and what wasn't, anyway?)

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

"Th-there's no such thing as normal, Dev-... Hey he-hey hey n-n-no tears.. Please?" Daemon says quickly, noticing tears starting to we'll join his new friend's eyes as he becomes more alarmed. "Please don't cry..."

 

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He shook his head again, smile becoming a bit more genuine. "... I'm fine..." He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, resting his chin on top. His shoulder twitched to the side so he ended up leaning against the wall. "... I'm not actually supposed to take the pill more than once a day, though, and I usually take it in the morning, so... I guess I should probably wait until tomorrow and hope that..." He paused, lowering his gaze so he was almost whispering the words to his bare toes. "... I can keep out of your way until I'm less of a nuisance..."

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

Daemon blinks and widens his eyes in surprise. "Devon, you are definitely not a nuisance at all! W-what g-ga..gave you that idea? Or perh-haps a person?" He frowns at the the thought. "Did someone call you a nuisance?" The demonic one asks in a grim voice, as black, billowing seemed to envelop him as an aura.

 

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Devon stared at him oddly. "W-well... I can't really do a whole lot to help or anything... and I don't really have control of my body, so... I'd probably end up breaking something if I tried to... even just washing the dishes, I'd probably drop them... or throw them... and I couldn't be trusted to clean up the glass for the same reason... and dishes cost money... and..." He bit hard on his lip, tics becoming more frequent as his agitation grew.

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

"Alright just calm down. We can work something out, I promise. Alright?" Daemon bites down on his thumb, unable to think of anything.

 

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He gave a violent full-body twitch at his words. Why was it that whenever his body ticked, people would just tell him to 'calm down,' anyway? The tics would happen, no matter how calm he was, just how did they think that would help? "It's fine... I'll just stay out of the way until tomorrow..."

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

"Fine, I'll just go unpack my things. Call me if you need something." Daemon got up, clearly angry at himself for not taking a hint. He walks to his own room, flops onto the bed and covers his face with the pillow to muffle his screaming of frustration of his own stupidity.

 

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Devon stared after him, somewhat confused. After a while, he got up and shut the door, glancing around himself before squirming his way out of his binder/tank top, figuring that the constriction on his chest probably wasn't helping anything. He pulled on a dark blue tank top before sitting back down and sighing. "... What the heck is wrong with me today...?"

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

Daemon puts away his clothes and tidies up around the room for a out and hour before putting in one of his head phones listening to music, softly singing along to the current song, trying to forget his insolence.

 

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After a while of staring blankly at nothing, Devon pulls his laptop over to him and curls up to binge-watch Criminal Minds until he gets too tired to keep his eyes open. Which probably won't be for a while yet...

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

Daemon, eventually calms down and lightly knocks on Devon's door. "Devon? I'm thinking of ordering something for dinner. An-anything you want?" He asks quietly and cautiously.

 

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Without even thinking about it, Devon goes to open his door so they could talk without the wooden barrier. "Umm... What did you have in mind?" His shoulder jerked forward and banged against the door, but he barely batted an eye at it, having figured that Daemon hadn't seemed to have too much of a problem with it before, so... Something's not right here... Very slowly, he turned bright red eyes downwards and... Oh, sh**...

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

Daemon just blinks and pretends not to notice "Uhh m-maybe some pizza? Or ch-" he swallows thickly. "Chicken? I-in fact, my treat!" He chances a smile. "Do should i order by phone or should I drive by and pick it up?" Daemon runs his hand through his silvery-white hair, trying to make the pale pinkness in his cheeks disappear.

 

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Blushing lightly, Devon tried to 'act natural' and not draw attention to the state of his chest. "Um... yeah... I like pizza..." He nodded a bit, hand twitching forward in an awkward gesture as an almost uncomfortable silence fell. "... And, uh, it's your choice whether you... uh, if you wanna go out and get it..." He shrugged, trailing off awkwardly.

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

Daemon nods a bit and starts to scratch at his own arm. "So what kind of pizza do you like? Cheese? Pepperoni?" Daemon starts to chew on his lip and bits down on it.

 

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Letting out a small laugh in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness, Devon shrugged a bit. "I like cheese, but I can live with pepperoni if I really have to." He grinned cheekily up at the other.

 

[ThePrinceOfDemons]

"Oh? Pepperoni but only if you have to?" Daemon allows himself to show a small grin. "You.. I think you and I are gonna get along quite well, you goof." Daemon smiles a bit more at the redhead. "I'll go order it by phone, anything you want for dessert?"

 

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His grinned widened as he excitedly half-shouted in a pitch somewhat higher than he would have liked, "Chocolate milk!" It wasn't really a 'dessert,' but he'd asked if Devon wanted something, and chocolate milk was one thing that Devon would always want.