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Zackary whipped back around in the threshold of the door and stalked back into the room, walking confidently up to Asura’s desk and slamming his knarled hands onto the surface.
“Actually, I’m not done with you!”
Zackary whipped back around in the threshold of the door and stalked back into the room, walking confidently up to Asura’s desk and slamming his knarled hands onto the surface.
“Actually, I’m not done with you!”
"Oh for the love of Lucifer, get out!" he shouted, throwing his hands into the air. "I don't need you yelling at me. I get that I'm being a dick and your mad about it, but it's *your fault." He jabbed a finger at the man's chest, scowling. "You're hot as shit, and you're always irritated with me and it's getting on my nerves. So if you don't mind, please get the fuck out of my office so I can finally think straight."
Zackary batted Asura’s hand away from him with no indifference. “You have no right to call me hot! You’re my asshole boss! I’m not getting out unless you kick me the fuck out!”
"I have a right to an opinion, asshat!" He yelled back. "And I've already kicked you out, several times, and if I have to forcibly drag you out I swear to Satan my gay ass will actually collapse so please respect the fact that I'm struggling here and get away from me." His grip had tightened on the edge of his desk and his face was slightly red, but he wasn't going to back down or take back what he said. Sure, he was going to regret everything the very moment he was done dealing with this man, but he wasn't thinking about that right now.
Zackary bared his teeth mockingly, shifting his weight. “Good. Suffer, then. Cuz I’m not leaving.” He plopped down on top of his desk, then neatly crossed his legs, smirking in a self-satisfied sort of way.
Asura froze, looking the man up and down before glaring and sitting back in his seat. "You, sir, are officially a soulless dick."
Zackary glared at him. “I could do much worse, I promise.”
"I'm sure you could." Asura cleared his throat and looked away, trying to busy himself with random papers and ignore everything that was happening right now. "Don't you have work to do?"
Zackary shrugged. “Not if you fire me. Which is probably at the tip of your tongue.” He stretched out, yawning. “I might take a nap.”
"I'm not really going to fire you. I threaten people with it all of the time, but I've only done it once or twice." He crossed his arms and raised a brow at the man in front of him. "A nap? On my desk? That can't be comfortable."
Zackary plopped down onto the desk, stretching. “It’s a comfy desk. Comfier than my bed, at least.”
"Jesus, what's your bed made of, needles?" he asked, frowning.
“Nah. It’s just cheap.” He relaxed and shut his eyes. “Well, night.”
"Sleeping on the job? Really? It's like you're asking to get fired at this point," he said, laughing.
Zackary shrugged. “I don’t care. It’s about time I retired. I’m tired of the old hard-work jobs.”
"Retired? How old are you?" He asked, tilting his head.
Zackary yawned. “A few thousand. Give or take.”
"That's not that old," Asura argued.
(hey, any ideas for plot?)
(No not really
I kinda wanna gay/smut around for now)
Zackary shrugged. “For a Half Breed, it is.”
(skjdkgjdskfj okay lol)
"You're a half breed?" He said, sounding surprised. "Half what? Human?"
“Half Mind Reader Half Demon,” Zackary answered with another stretch.
"Interesting. now, how long are you going to lay there? Because unlike you, I actually want to get stuff done today."
Zackary nodded. “Uhuh. Interesting enough I suppose. I’m gonna nap here. And you’re not gonna disturb me.”
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