“Knock Knock
@queencftheunderwcrld | Send Knock Knock for my Muse to walk in on yours... | Accepting, sure, why not
19. Your character walking in on mine masturbating. (OF COURSE)
This whole “pretend to be a married couple and explore the neighbourhood for the monster I found” thing was starting to grate Dean’s last nerve. In between the guys in this place all being smiley, apple pie clowns and all the women seeming to either hate his guts or going into heat upon seeing him, the people in this place were driving him up the wall. Add to that, the late nights researching - and Persephone and her instistance on... I mean, it was torture at this point, she loved to make him uncomfortable.
A part of him couldn’t wait to hit the road.
In spite of that, a part of him enjoyed this. He did kinda enjoy Persephone’s company, even if he’d never admit it. That was why he went and got food for them both (though no doubt she’d complain about the grease or the healthiness or the fact he was probably gonna die of heart failure in like five years).
Though, as he opened the door, he saw she was hungry for... something else. Instinctively, he slammed the door shut again before a laugh escaped him. “Y’know, we hang a sock on the knob here on Earth.”