Baz
Simon had pulled me into his bed a while ago. He had been worried that I left again.
"Please don't disappear again," he said in a little voice. He looked up a me, "What took you anyway?"
"Nothing," I tired to close my eyes and enjoy being with Simon but he wouldn't let me.
"Was it a goblin or *gasp* the humdrum," Simon wondered aloud.
"It was nothing okay," I said getting more and more frustrated as Simon looked up in thought.
"Or what if it was another magician like-"
"IT WAS NUMPTIES OKAY," I yelled and Simon scrunched his face up.
"You got kidnapped by NUMPTIES," Simon started laughing and pushed me off the bed.
I poked my head back up and looked at Simon confused, "What are you doing?"
"This bed is for people who don't get kidnapped by fucking numpties," Simon said in a serious tone.
I grumbled and got into my own bed. Crowley why does everyone say that?
