“Felid demons are nearly as amorous as my kind. Especially when they can scent someone is into it.”
“It was just a morning stretch.”
“With a side of lust. You can’t lie about that to an Incubus.”
“Listen, we all needed this after yesterday, but?—”
“Say no more,” Nero said, jumping out of bed. Celix got out of bed just as fast.
“Wait. That’s not what I was saying at all. I want to take a step back and get to know both of you better. You’re some of the best people I’ve met here that I’m not potentially related to. I don’t want to fuck this up and ruin it. Please tell me I didn’t do that last night.”
“Absolutely not,” Celix grinned.
“We need to get you fed,” Nero said. “Sex with a Felid demon can be exhausting, but you invited an Incubus to the mix. You’re going to need abigbreakfast.”
Yeah, clearly, because right when he said that, my stomach did a back flip, and I realized I was ravenous. We went down the hall holding hands to the sitting room in this wing. Except some kind of disaster struck while we were holed up in my bedroom.
There were alcohol bottles everywhere, and it looked like Kujo tried to rearrange the furniture when he got drunk. He managed to move a chair before he passed out and was sleeping on his face again. I nudged him with my foot to try to roll him on his back because that couldn’t be comfortable.
“I’ll kill you with this grapefruit,” he muttered, curling into the fetal position.
“This is the second time he’s talked about fruit in his sleep. Do you think it means something?” I asked.
I remembered what they said about Nero lucid dreaming because he would probably get visions soon. It could be nothing or it could be a clue.
Nero let out a scandalous gasp.
“Lucifer is going to smite him for that!”
Celix fell out laughing, so I followed their gaze. Someone had drawn the weirdest looking dick on Lucifer’s portrait and by someone, I was guessing Kujo. It looked like a shriveledmushroom that had some kind of disease. I tried cocking my head because maybe it wouldn’t look so weird from the side.
“I know what I’m looking at, but also, whatisthat?”
“It’s an imp. They are basically menaces. They are belligerent drunks who use any occasion to whip their dicks out. They look likethat,”Celix said.
“I wonder why he decided to stay here and drink instead of just going for a walk. No one is going to jump him in this neighborhood,” Nero said.
“This neighborhood is way too fancy for my blood. Maybe he was worried someone was going to accuse him of wanting to steal their shit?” I asked.
“Maybe, but Kujo makes questionable choices sometimes,” Celix said.
“We have that in common.”
“Fucking mangoes. The floor is lava,” Kujo muttered.
“Does Sir Dickhead’s crabbiness extend to fruit? Because his mutterings are starting to sound like they might mean something.”
“The only food that seems to anger Kujo is spray cheese in a can. Itreallypisses him off. He’s fine with fruit. It probably does mean something because he’s been talking in his sleep for a while now. The Sight takes a long time to manifest. He’s still at the lucid dreaming stage. He’d have to be strong enough to remember the dream when he wakes up and he really needs to study with another seer to interpret the visions, but he hates nearly everyone here on principal and he doesn’t want to learn to harness the visions because his mom came sniffing around when she heard a rumor he might have them,” Celix said.
“He’s also useless like this and he’s violent if anyone tries to wake him. He said it’s leftover from his time in the foster system in the mortal realm and then again after he got shipped here and his mother had to take him. Kujo doesn’t talk much about whathappened after he ended up with his mother, but she’s a terrible person. She gets away with most of it because she’s a Fury and pure-blooded,” Nero said.
Yeah, I didn’t know what that was like because I was raised by a Mama Bear who loved the shit out of me. I guess I could understand why Kujo was a bit of a dick sometimes, though why he hadn’t gone to therapy to deal with all of that was beyond me.
I knew he might hit me, but Kujo just looked really uncomfortable, so I gently lifted his head and slid a pillow underneath. Even hungover and talking in his sleep, he looked peaceful. I didn’t particularly like people waking me up, either.
“Breakfast?” I asked.
We stepped over Kujo and went to the kitchen. There was a huge spread set out. Nero marched over and fixed me a fairly massive plate. I wasn’t sure I could eat that much. It was such a stark contrast to my ex, who’d get mad if I ate a big meal after I got home from sparring because he thought I’d gain weight.
