The god of mischief teleported over onto the couch, lying sprawled out on it, paying the vampire that had been sitting there no mind. He even propped his head up on the brunette's thigh and let out a huff. "How can you stay inside for this long? Do you not get bored?"
Mitchell jerked as a weight suddenly landed in his lap, eyes narrowing down at the god who was partially sprawled over him. "Ya know I fuckin' 'ate it when ya do that," he growled, baring his teeth at the man briefly before going back to the book he'd been trying to read. "It's called 'avin' an aversion to sunlight ya wanker," he grunted, narrowing his eyes at the book while trying to focus.










