Demon glared down at his breakfast. "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?" "I'm not hungry." "Your always hungry." "Not today." Pure sighed, no longer going to try to voice his worry on the matter. "Whatever you say, child...." Demon stood and walked into the living room. He dropped down onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. Pure stood in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. Before he could think it through he blurted out his thoughts. "What's wrong with you?" He instantly regretted the words when Demon froze and tensed up. "What's wrong with me?" "I didn't mean it like th-" Demon stood quickly, spinning around to glare at Pure. "Didn't mean it like that? How did you mean it, Pure? Everything that can be wrong with someone is wrong with me. There's nothing right about me." He ran up to his room and curled up on the bed. Fuck my life...
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Childish
बेतरतीबAnother story in the little adventures of Demon and Pure. Demon acts more serious than usual and Pure is on a mission to make him act more happy, more fun, more childish.
