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The blonde sighed heavily, this was a stupid idea. It was a stupid idea and he should have never started watching supernatural and especially not be stupid enough to think that that shit would work in real life. It's a TV show, for crying out loud. Running a sweaty hand through his hair, making it an even bigger mess. He takes out the crumbled piece of paper from his pocket on which he had previously scribbled the latin words on. Taking a deep breath in and slowly letting it out he starts reading the words. "Attenrobendum eos, ad ligandum eos," his voice is unsteady and even cracks at some words. This is withouth doubt the most idiotic idea he's ever had. "Potiter eos, coram me." He squeezes his eyes shut, not really sure what he's hoping for. Honestly, making a deal with a demon does sound a bit desperate and really fucking unnecasary if you think about it long enough, but he is desperate so he suppose it's alright. Would they even make a deal? He didn't summon a crossroad demon. Then again, this whole thing might end up with the blond walking back home alone without any luck. That's probably what's gonna happen because demons are not a thing, not really. They can't be, supernatural is just a tv show. They've got actors and special effects and "What the hell are you doing?"
The new voice seemingly came from nowhere. He slowly opens his eyes to be met with an attractive boy who's got blue hair and an eyebrow piercing. "Well?" The boy seems annoyed as if Luke was wasting his time, which he didn't understand at all. He hadn't done anything to annoy the boy, had he? Then again that's the effect he seemed to have on people. It was rare for him to find someone who actually wanted to spend time with the blond boy. "Who are you?" The words come out harsh, much harsher then he intended. "Wha- who am I? Who am I?!" The other boy actually seems offended. "Y-yeah, why are you here? Who let you in? There's no one else here, how did you get in?" He's aware that he's asking what's most definitely too many questions, but it's hard to stop himself. He speaks when he's nervous.
The blue haired boy looks at him, studies him for a bit before finally speaking up again. "I'm Michael. You summoned me, which I'm assuming wasn't an accident? So I'm not sure why you're so confused." It takes Luke a moment to fully understand the meaning of his words; he's a demon. Luke copied his favourite tv show and ended up with an actual demon standing in front of him. "Oh wow that's ..wow okay." Then they just stand there. The demon, Michael, stares at Luke. Looks around the room and then back to him. Luke himself is doing his best to avoid the other's intimidating stare. After what's probably about ten minutes or so Luke realize that Michael's probably waiting for him to say something. "Okay, so how does this work? Like, I didn't actually think this would work." Michael scoffs, run his tongue over his teeth once and then looks Luke straight in the eyes. He's not too worried when his eyes go all black without a warning, having seen it on the show so many times before. In fact he actually thought it was kind of hot, but that's not something he should be thinking of right now. "Well what do you want? There must be a reason why you summoned me, although if you're looking to make one of those 10 year deals you can forget about it straight away." The demon responds. "Well, I just want to talk really ..yeah, just talk." Judging by the demons face this wasn't what he expected. "I don't really have anyone to talk to and thought this would be as good as anything, yeah?" He pause to gauge the reaction but his face won't give anything away this time. "I'll give you anything, promise. Anything."
Michael studies him again before looking away and shaking his head. Luke can hear the breath leaving his parted lips in a heavy sigh. He can't help it when his eyes lock onto the pink, soft looking lips of the other. "So you summoned me just so you could have someone to talk to and are even willing to give anything in return.... just to have someone. To talk to. Me. You want to talk to me. You summoned me to talk." Hearing someone else say it out loud like that causes the blond to blush. "No. I mean, yeah, that's it exactly, and that was the course of action in a nutshell right up until your judgemental tone and expression made me start considering other possibilities. Like summoning someone else. Someone that isn't rude."
"Fine, I'll bite. Tell me your name and what you want to talk about." He looks amused almost, as he takes a seat on the unmade bed. "It's Luke and I don't know, anything really." "Oh my god you're so lame." The blond boy can't help but whine at that, causing the demon that's now laying on his bed to chuckle. "Hey" he's wining still. "You're mean." This only prompts another laugh from black eyes, Luke decides that that's the ultimate nickname, nothing could beat a demon with a name that could belong to a pirate. "Shut up Luke." And although Luke's almost a hundred percent sure, like a solid 89,7%, that he's being made fun of he can't help himself when a giggle's escape his slightly parted lips. "Well? Go on then." The blond cautiously sits down on the bed beside the legs of his new found conversation partner. "Tell me about yourself." He adds when Luke fails to answer in time.
Right, Luke can do this. He totally can. This is not weird at all, no. Okay. Right, talk about himself. Fuck. "Well uhm I turn twenty in a few months. I play the guitar and no one likes me." And fuck off, why did he say that last part? No one just blurts out something like that to a complete stranger, oh my god he really is lame. Like, the lamest of lame. "Oh." There's an awkward pause and Luke has never wished harder, for the ground to swallow him, than he is right now. "Okay. Well I'm Michael, I'm a demon and right now I'm really bored. You're no fun at all, no wonder everyone hates you!" Of course he would be the one to summon a demon just to have said demon insult him. What was he thinking?! "Entertain me Lukey boy!" The demon bellow with a deep voice, although the blond's worry vanish once he notice the playful grin plastered on the pale face.
He scoffs running a hand through his hair while taking a deep breath in and letting it out. "What on earth do you want me to do? I just wanted someone I could talk to, have a proper conversation with. I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of summoning you if I'd have known that you'd be nothing but an insulting prick." There's not much life in his outburst. He sounds tired, like the life is running out of him. Maybe Micahel had already taken his soul and he just couldn't remember? Would he remember if he had his soul taken? Or would he just go on? "Aye, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours huh?"