Corbin shut the basement door behind him, sliding a padlock into place. He limped to the backdoor when he heard loud barking, and he smiled as he let in a younger looking German Shepherd. He had named the dog Orion, and it was his therapy dog. It would alert and help him deal with anxiety attacks, which happened to be a common thing he suffered from. Orion whined, nudgingbat his chest as blood had begun to appear through his t-shirt. “I’m okay,” he murmured to the dog, walking inside and to his bathroom to clean himself up.
Matrix growls to himself as he gets a muscle cramp in his wrist from trying to pry the cuffs off him. He rolls his head around and leans it on the back of the chair, cursing fluently in many different languages.
Corbin shrugged off his coat, then pulled off his torn and stained t-shirt. He grimaced upon seeing the gash, but was thankful that it didn’t look too deep. He collected a bit of supplies from a cabinet, dabbing at the would first before applying disinfectant, putting a few stitches into the cut to close it, and bandaging it. He collected his shedded clothes and walked over to his bedroom, tossing them over onto the bed. He stripped out of his cargo pants, eyes lingering on the scar on the back of his leg, before grabbing a pair of joggers and a tshirt. After getting changed, he made his way to the kitchen, beginning to make himself something for dinner. What do demons eat? he wondered.
Matrix roared in frustration as the cuffs just dig into his wrists. (I can add to that but later)
(It’s all good, I was just about to send Corbin down anyways)
With a huff, Corbin walked back over to the door, unlocking it before heading down the stairs. He flicked the light on, watching the demon for a minute before speaking. “What do you eat?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest.
Matrix roars at him, something in Latin. He claws at the cuffs again, biting at the human
“If you don’t answer me in the right way, you won’t get any food at all for as long as you are here- which could be a while. Can’t feed you if you don’t tell me what your kind eats,” Corbin huffed in an annoyed manner. He ran a hand over his face, feeling a bit of stubble on his jaw from not shaving the past few days.
Martix snarls at him, "Demons can go weeks without eating." He snaps at the human, trying to get his point across for him to leave.
“If you keep using that tone with me, you’ll be here longer than a few weeks,” Corbin pointed out with a frown. But, he still gave a shrug and made his way back to the stairs, flicking the light off as he did so.
"Why. Why would you keep me." He snaps, spraying blood cross the ground at his feet from his split lip.
Corbin turned to look over at the demon as he lingered near the stairs. “Like I said before, the buyers don’t like creatures who misbehave. So, I’m the one who has to deal with training.”
Matrixs starts, "Mother fucker… Creatures cant be sold like some pet!" He roars after the human
“Don’t take this shit personal, it’s just buisness and I need the money,” Corbin huffed sharply, shaking his head to himself. He didn’t necessarily like hunting down ad occasionally killing nonhuman creatures, but no where else would hire him due to his disabilities.
Matrix hisses, "What's more important… Life or money…" He was trying to draw on his inner demon persuasion tactic
“I’m not having this discussion with a demon. I need the money so I can have a life,” Corbin said, leaning against the railing now as his leg was growing sore from standing around.
"What happened?" Matrix's eyes shoot to the guy's leg. He was really trying his best to get on this guy's good side
Corbin followed the demons gaze down to his left leg, and he frowned. “Thats not important to know,” he responded. He didn’t want his disability to be used against him. He needed to be seen as someone who was completely strong and healthy, even though the reality was that he was struggling in debt and could barely jog without getting shooting pains up his leg.
"Must be tough with that injury…" Matrix semi ment it but was also hoping the human would take the bait, "I could help."
“You seriously think I’m going to fall for your tricks, demon? I’ve been doing this a while now, I’m not a fucking idiot,” Corbin growled. Even though he would never agree to an offer from the demon, he was slightly curious to see what it could do to ‘help’.
Matrix shrugs, "Good luck walking up the stairs then." He chuckles slightly despite of himself
Corbin’s eyes narrowed as he gave the demon a glare and an offended noise. He shook his head slowly, running a and through his hair as he turned and made his way back up the stairs at a slow pace.
Matrix watches him warily. He snorts and shakes his head, "Humans are so strange. They never exept help even when they most need it.
“Only because you’re a demon,” Corbin called, getting to the top of the stairs and letting the door slam shut. He slid the deadbolt into its place, huffing as he heard the beeping of his oven.
(I wont be on for the majority of the days this week… Sorry about that)
Matrix snarls and starts to try and claw his bonds again. Eventually his figures out that if he scrunched his hand as thin as he could he could try and slip out. (A bit like Jack Sparrow if you've seen it)
