Trentalmostfelt bad, because Paz seemed to be trying to soothe him, but Trent could also sense dejection and sadness emanating from the demon.
“I’m sorry to tell you it wasn’t a dream. This is real, Trent. But I still won’t harm your body,” Paz said reassuringly. Trent then felt the demon bracing himself, maybe for all the screaming he seemed to always be waiting for.
I knew I wasn’t fucking dreaming, asshole,Trent grumbled.
“Okay,” Paz said, sounding confused. “Sooo…” he added, drawing it out.
It’s fucking 6:30 in the morning,Trent groused. It’s fucking bright. I don’t do bright. I like to wake up and lay in bed. In the darkness. In a cocoon of warm blankets. In the darkness. Then I like to go sit on the couch with a cup of coffee. In the darkness. With the lights off while I slowly adjust to being a living being again. Did I mention that this all occurs in the darkness?
Paz giggle-snorted. Fuck. Trent hated when he did that. It was so embarrassing; he felt like such a kid when he made that noise.
This is not funny, asshole. You have every fucking shade open. I don’t even know if they’ll shut again! Some of those shades haveneverbeen opened! We could be stuck with all this brightness shining in even after you leave! Did you ever think of that!Trent growled.And Every. Fucking. Light.
Paz laughed again, although Trent saw absolutely nothing humorous about the situation.
You,Trent accused, are a morning person. Morning demon. Whatever. I do NOT do mornings, Paz.
“Ok,” Paz said slowly, and the placating tone only annoyed Trent even more. Then Paz walked over and flicked off the kitchen lights. He waited a second before walking into the living room and pulling the blinds down.
The lamp is still on, Trent complained.
“Um, ok,” Paz said, and he flicked the lamp off, then he sat down on the couch.
The living room was blessedly dark. There was still light shining in from the bedroom, but at least it was faint. Would’ve been better to still be in bed, but this was something.
Trent felt his brain coming back online. He enjoyed the quiet and darkness for about two seconds before Paz piped in.
“So, do we, um, just sit here? In the dark?” the demon asked.
Trent just sighed. Fucking morning people.
“Because, you know, it’s day time now. And we have things to do. Fun things to do! A day to look forward to!” Paz promised.
Not only a morning person, a fuckingcheerymorning person. Demon. Whatever.
“Or, you know, we could just sit here. In the dark. In silence,” Paz mumbled.
Trent didn’t even bother replying, because yes, that is exactly what they could do. He wished he could sip some coffee while his brain rebooted for the day, but it wouldn’t even really be him sipping coffee, so he guessed it didn’t matter.
The silence lasted maybe another three minutes.
“So, how long are we supposed to do this for?” Paz asked.
Fuck, Trent muttered.You’re a demon. Aren’t you supposed to be a creature of the night? How the fuck are you a morning person?
“It’s being topside so often!” Paz answered. “In hell there’s not really day or night. I don’t need much sleep, and everythingis open during the day topside. And I wouldn’t want to miss out on anything, either. These possessions always come with an end date, you know. Need to make the most of my time! Sleeping certainly doesn’t do that!”
Mmmhmmm, Trent murmured, because he didn’t have the mental energy for anything else.
“And we have an agenda today! Shopping! It’ll be fun! I was thinking about an aesthetic. Do you have any color schemes you gravitate toward?” Paz asked.
Trent just sighed again.Ok, I give up. Go get us ready.
Paz sighed at that, mumbled, “Finally,” then hopped up and walked to the bathroom. He hesitated at the doorway with his hand reaching toward the light switch.
Yeah, it’s fine. Maybe just not every fucking light in the house? And maybe a little quiet while we get ready?Trent mumbled.
Paz flipped the light on and took care of business. He did not, thank gods or demons or whatever, bring up color schemes again as he washed up, brushed, flossed (his dental hygienist was gonna besoimpressed), put on more deodorant, shaved, and styled his hair. Trent had showered last night before going out, so he guessed skipping one this morning was fine.
