I actually do write...things...

I actually do write...things...

"No. Not now. No no no no NO!" He snarled, turning in an instant and catching the source of annoyance across the face.

Wraith yelped and slipped over, growling at his mental sibling as he continued to do whatever it was he was doing. A smirk graced his features once more as he crept closer. But this time Zenedai genuinely had had enough and turned properly, glaring back at the Nether.

"Will you just shut up and GO AWAY" He thundered, black static snapping over his right arm.

Wraith eyed the arm warily, several times had the slightly smaller Demon caught him with Hell's Wrath. And it bloody well hurt. Raising his hands in submission he backed off, leaving the plainer melanic to his musings. Sometimes he took things too seriously. But now he had to find another way to occupy a day that currently wanted to drown everybody in its dragging dull moment by moment aspect. It was raining outside and unlike Zenedai he preferred to stay dry, he was warm blooded and liked being warm. Rain just chilled him and gave him colds. Licking his lips with a forked tongue he turned to look around the room, checking for signs of anybody else. Fortunately Starbane returned from the shower that instant and provided an immediate target. The silver-eyed Demon watched the Nether warily, knowing full well what probably would happen. Or rather will happen. Cautiously he stepped by Wraith, keeping his eyes locked on the troublemaker as he headed off to get dressed.

"Starbane...if that's you would you mind telling me why there isn't anything left for me to draw on?" Zenedai proved to be an unwitting acomplice.

"Oh...that...Rage accidentally burnt your supplies. He didn't mean to...you just know how hard he finds it to control that Dragonpyre of his" Distracted for the briefest of moments Starbane was left vulnerable.

Quicker than a striking serpent Wraith had removed the clutched towel, leaving the currently more human Demon stark naked. Zenedai turned and raised an eyebrow in a rather unimpressed fashion. A feint smirk then appeared as his eyes flicked up and down the shivering form before him.

"What?" The Ethen snapped irritably, tail coiled around his legs as he waited for his towel to return.

"Your markings" Zenedai nodded to the silver tattoos covering his body "They do go all the way"

Starbane then realised what his friend spoke of and turned a desperate shade of crimson. A cold laugh was his reply as the melanic stood to go find Wraith as he muttered incoherent remarks to himself. Alone in the room Starbane appeared afraid to move, as if taking a step would induce an en masse wail of laughter. Maybe he had been watching a little too much of that funny human device. Television or something. Zenedai avoided having it on most of the time. Unless something gory appeared, then he'd watch and comment on how poorly a poor man's innards are torn out. Wraith didn't see the point in it, why sit still and gawk at a box when you can wind people up and expend energy? Everywhere was remarkably silent considering Zen was supposed to have gone to fetch his towel. Quiet. Almost too quiet. A blinding flash combined with a laugh confirmed his suspicions as Yin, the female midget Demon extraordinaire, skittered off with the camera. Finally the melanic returned with the towel, but he wasn't quite going to be the saviour of the day. It wasn't in him. He held the towel just outside of Starbane's grasp and moved it whenever a lung was made.

"Give it back! I'm freezing!" He chattered, glaring as he heard a chuckle.

"But you're so entertaining my dear" He purred back, waving it back and forth.

Leaning out as much as he could the Ethen strained to reach the fluffy green sheet. The look on the other's face revealed nothing as Starbane tried desperately to reach his precious towel. It was then he realised how pathetic he was being, sighing to himself as he started to walk over. With a quick towel-flick Zenedai side-stepped him and laughed cruelly. Or at least until he slipped over on a puddle of water from Starbane's silver hair. His head cracked onto the tiles with enough force to earn a yelp as he sat up. Rubbing the back of his head he threw the towel at the pale form before him with a growl, pain throbbing in his head. A small chuckle prompted revenge. As Starbane gloated before him he slipped his tail around around the pale ankles and twisted to bring him down. His plot backfired however, as instead of falling back the Ethen fell forward and they both ended up knocking heads. Zenedai cursed explosively as the Ethen yelped and scrambled for his feet.

"You bastard!" He cried, trying to stem a vigorous nosebleed "Why the hell did you do that!?"

"You were supposed to fall the other way!" He snapped back, also suffering a nosebleed.

The pair managed to stumble to where a box of tissues lay upon the side and as Zenedai leant over to grab a handful there was a blinding flash. Both remained frozen for a moment as they realised who had been present. Turning with frightful speed the melanic caught sight of the culprit as she dashed around a corner. Cursing to himself he turned to Starbane, that unimpressed look returning.

"Well, we could always pretend" The Ethen joked.

For a second more silence prevailed until an unearthly scream ripped through the flat. Wraith looked up from his reading to see Starbane hobble past, followed by annoyed words from Zenedai. Sometimes he took things too seriously...