Zack would threaten to kill him but he was currently in comfopolis in all of the sheets and pillows surrounding him. He just grunted faintly, which of course wouldn’t be heard by anyone except for him. He shut his eyes again and just hoped the Human wouldn’t crush him or something.
Bryn shoved open the door, honestly surprised that Zack hadn't decided to lock him out, and set the plate down on the foot of the bed. It was as far away from Zack as possible, just so it wouldn't get kicked over by accident. "You look like shit, how'd you sleep?"
Zack, from under the pillows and blankets, just growled incomprehensible words to him as he squeezed his eyes shut. He curled up tighter and he could actually be seen under the pillow now. He opened an eye slowly and huffed.
“I slept fine. I’m just tired.”
"Yeah, I can tell. The circles under your eyes look more like black holes." Bryn tried to figure out where Zack's hand was under all the blankets but he couldn't, so he poked Zack lightly in the shoulder. There was a fresh cup of coffee in his left hand, light cream only because he didn't know how Zack liked it. "Hold out your hand, I have a present for you."
Zack growled faintly as he was poked, blinking open his tired eye again at the surprise. He liked surprises. Zack’s hand emerged from somewhere over the rainbow and stuck straight up, groaning faintly as he sat up with his back twinging painfully.
“What is it, Human?”
"Don't spill." Bryn curled Zack's hand around the mug before he let go. "It's that fancy gourmet shit you bought 'cus you threw out my normal coffee, so I have no clue if it's good or not."
Zack’s hands were surprisingly soft as the Human wrapped his fingers around the mug. Zack huffed softly and took a sip of it. “I want it sweeter. It’s good coffee, you should actually try it you ungrateful dunce.” He pushed the mug back to him. “Please give me more sugar.” He knew if he didn’t ask right he’d be with a face full of hot coffee and a ruined bed.
Bryn blinked a couple of times and then set the coffee to the side to put a hand against Zack's forehead. He had to have a fever or something, the normal Zack had never so much as heard of the word please. He was hot, but that might just be normal for demons. And demons couldn't get sick anyways, could they? "You must be really tired, dipshit." He picked up the mug. "I'll be right back, there's food by your feet."
“Of course I’m fucking tired!” He shook his head and picked up the food, obliterating it within seconds. He plopped the plate down and laid back down, glaring over at the open door. He thought about doing something absolutely disgusting just to keep the Human out but he wouldn’t do that. Yet. If he kept annoying him he might.
Bryn came back with a second plate of food for himself and a mug of sugary coffee. When he saw how Zack had demolished his breakfast, he resigned himself to just having a protein bar and handed over everything. "Damn, what did you do yesterday? You're eating like you moved all this shit in yourself."
He licked his chops but denied the food, pushing it back to Bryn and taking the coffee. He slugged it all down and sighed, leaning back into his pillows.
“How do you think I stayed within a one-thousand dollar budget? I moved it in all by myself, I’m not some stupid pussy.”
Bryn pushed it back just to be argumentative, freezing in shock when he heard Zack's answer. If he had a coffee, he'd be choking on it. "Jesus Christ, no wonder you look like you got run over by a bus! You're not a pussy if you need help moving half a household of furniture, nimrod! Take care of yourself."
Zack tossed the cup with his plate and curled back up into his bed. “I don’t care. I do stuff like that for Humans and Contracts all by myself anyway. It doesn't matter. Like, at all. I’m just sore and tired. I don’t need to take care of myself.”
"Well, you're not in the middle of a contract right now! Don't do that kind of shit for me, it's not worth it." Bryn frowned over at Zack, more worried than angry. "And you're going to take good care of yourself while you live with me, that's the price you pay for staying here. No more wrecking yourself because you're too boneheaded to ask for help."
“No.” He disappeared into his sheets again, hooting softly like a little owl as he wriggled to get comfy. His hoots died down once he positioned himself and he shut his eyes. He may or may not have purposefully positioned himself so his back was facing the other.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Bryn muttered under his breath, standing up and gathering the dishes. "Look, I'm leaving for work in half an hour, I'll be back around lunch. You're going to stay in bed all day and rest because you're obviously falling apart at the seams. I'm gonna get you some fuckin painkillers so you can move without wincing and I'm going to cook you dinner and I swear to god if you don't take care of yourself I'll bitch until your ears fall off."
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Bryn stormed in and collapsed onto the couch, muffling a scream into the pillows in typical fashion. He had a bottle of ibuprofen in one hand- he'd already stolen a few to help with a burgeoning headache- and a heating pad in the other. He'd heard it helped with sore muscles, it was probably worth a shot. "Fuck this job!!"
If someone were breaking in right now, Zack wouldn’t know. He was passed out a whole lot, and was out of the sheets completely with his legs strewn about. He hadn’t decided on what disgusting thing to do to scar the Human but maybe when he was a little bit more awake he’d decide.
After getting most of his anger out by screaming incomprehensibly into the depths of the couch, Bryn decided to check on Zack. He swung the door open, tramped into his room, and plopped down on the bed. "I have another present for you, monster boy."
Zack snorted awake, making the most ugly noise ever but being startled awake wasn’t too nice, like ever. He sat up slowly, still looking ruffled and annoyed as when Bryn left that morning.
“Present? The fuck you doing in here?”
"I said I'd be back around lunch. It's 1:23." Bryn looked around for a hand, annoyed that Zack insisted on cocooning himself in blankets all the time. "Gimme your hand."
Zack growled at him and slapped his face before sticking out his hand. One way to offer it.
“Whatever, what the fuck do you have for me, anyway, ass?”
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