Are You Okay Damien?
A/N: Meeeh randomosity. Just read if you want. Also, I'm back to school on Wednesday (nooo, I hate school! Well no I don't, but you know, less free time, no sleeping in...) so I might not update anything very fast. Of course, I do usually end up writing fan-fictions when I'm meant to be doing homework but... I don't care! Okay, just to warn you. Read on
Pairing: Twamien. I don't know why. It just is.
Warnings: At least one swear word. Damien and his foul mouth, tut tut.
Disclaimer: I own South Park, along with Cadbury's chocolate and Jimmy Choo. I'm amazing huh?
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Tweek squeaked when he saw Damien Thorn sit next to him. While the blonde's first instinct was to run as far and fast as possible and possibly arm himself with a bit of holy water, Damien didn't look all that threatening at the moment. He just looked kinda... exhausted.
"Nngh! Are you o-okay Damien?"
"Yes, I'm fine." The demon snapped. Tweek squeaked.
"You sure, you look under a lot of –nngh- pressure."
"How would you know?" Damien growled, looking at the shaking blonde.
"I-I look in a mirror." Tweek pointed out. "You have circles under your e-eyes, which means you haven't been sleeping, and you're s-scowling, like you're annoyed. A-also, your eyes have a r-red tint to them, which usually means you're p-pissed."
"Hmph." Damien snorted. "You're good."
"W-what's up?" Tweek asked. Damien sighed.
"All sorts. Heaven's planning something, Jesus is being an annoying asshole, Dad's being a pussy, a few souls are protesting, a demon escaped last week and... urgh." He slammed his head down onto his arms. "I fucking hate my life sometimes."
"I-I know, I do too."
"Yeah, but you aren't the Prince of Hell. You don't have to deal with this stuff." Damien's voice was muffled by his arms.
"T-true. I'm just stuck up here w-with these annoying a-assholes."
"Mmm, I guess." Damien mumbled.
"I recommend you sleep. You'll feel a lot better." Tweek said.
"Thanks Twitch." The demon muttered as he got up. Tweek squeaked at the nickname most people used for him. He didn't like it. Damien looked back at him for a second.
"I mean, thanks Tweek. Thanks a lot." The noirette smiled, a rare thing, before he walked away, eventually disappearing in fire.
Tweek stared after him even long after he had disappeared, a faint blush on his cheeks, wondering if that had really just happened.
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A/N: Tadaa! I don't know where I pulled this pairing from but I had maybe two lines of speech planned and the rest is just what came out when my fingers typed. Sometimes my writing is just like word-vomit, it just kinda spills out into my fingertips so I can write it down. But it usually ends up okay. Anywho. Hope you enjoyed. Now excuse me while I go and chase the inspiration bunny and try and get it back.
*runs and you can hear faint scream of "Come back, I need inspiration! Give me an idea dammit!"*