the knocker

*wakes up* Cornelius, I had a dream.

the knocker: Oh? What was it about?

I was eating my favourite purple ube ice cream.

*suddenly stops, swaying slightly as they try to focus* No, see... alcohol just makes me brave enough to say what I already feel. *reaches up, cupping oliver's burning face with both hands* The difference is... when I'm sober, I'm scared you'll reject me.

*yawns, eyes flutter open* mm... you're drunk again, aren't you?

*hiccups and grins, leaning closer* MAYBE. *stumbles slightly, catching the wall* But you smell SO good right now... like bad decisions and... cinnamon?

*snorts* cinnamon? you've lost it *sits up, tail swaying* go get some water, idiot

*I said bread in my sleep*

the knocker: you know what would be fun? *taking off his shirt*

*sleeping..*

*steps closer, eyebrows raised in disbelief* Crying 'fine' while bleeding through your sheets? Yeah, NO. *grabs a towel from nearby* I'VE DEALT WITH THIS SHIT BEFORE. Lean on me.

*she comes a bit closer*

the knocker: that's a good girl~ now just one kiss~

the knocker: don't fight it~ it'll be easier if you just accept it~

im not accepting a long tounge freak!

the knocker: well then~ how about you find out for yourself~

*He pulls out a cross*

the knocker: O-oh...what's that? *the knocker backs away*

“Get away demon!”