Notes

Adraxas wasn't acting like his normal self. Usually he'd 'try to get into people's pants', as a girl he used to live next to once said, but he was tired and didn't really feel like playing around. He did have thoughts though, there was no stopping those from happening.

He looked at the cot and decided to sit down on it, gently sitting himself down with a small sigh. He patted his pocket for a phone, but he realized that he had broken it, having dropped the fragile plane of glass into a sink.

Adraxas had dropped it in the sink which was half full with water and dishes, and when he fished it out it refused to turn on. He set it on a towel, not having much knowledge of human technology since it had all been wiped when he died, and the screen remained completely black. He threw it out, irritated, but it's not like he talked to anyone on there. He found a liking to Bejeweled, though.

The demon took the blanket from the other male and set it down on his lap. He nodded, touching the small hoop in his ear, and watched him turn and leave. He silently looked down at his feet and proceeded to take off his worn black converse. They were not well taken care of. The sides were torn like ripped jeans, the soles were blackened, and blotches of what looked like paint and oil were dripped sparingly on the tops of them. He kicked them under the cot and hoisted his whole body onto it.

Adraxas stayed laying on his back, arms crossed behind his head, and blanket wrapped around him haphazardly. It was warm, like the man said. He stared at the open ceiling, wavering gaze hovering over the new person sometimes, eyes finally fluttering closed before he even realized.