Damien crashed down onto the couch, groaning and holding his stomach.
"I hate it when I eat too much." he slurred as he jammed his eyes shut in discomfort. He stretched out his thin legs before him in an attempt to straighten his body and stem the aching slightly. This proved useless and Damien moaned even more.
"Well you shouldn't have eaten those biscuits..." Pip said as he sat neatly beside the daemon and rolled his eyes in a superior way.
"I thought you were supposed to be on my side?" Damien said, opening one eye and glaring at Pip.
"I am!" Pip assured. "I'm just saying that you should be a little smarter with your diet. You know your father is a fantastic cook, and that you really can't leave any food on the plate. Yet you don't think about how much food that small stomach of yours can manage." Pip recited, staring at the large fireplace and using his hands to give gestures. This was a typical recurrence with Pip. He ranted for minutes on end, talking with his hands – and the only way you would get him to shut up would be to actually tell him to. If course, being the little sweetheart he was, he would surely listen to you.
Damien had closed his eyes during Pip's speech and slid onto the floor. He had begun knocking his head back against the couch in a mock-tortured fashion. He stopped when Pip finished talking, however.

"Pip...Telling me I shouldn't have eaten the biscuit is a lot of good after I have actually eaten it. It's not like I can get it back." he said, eyes still closed. "I might be the Son of Satan, but that is one trick even I can't do."
"I don't think I would like to see you regurgitate your food, Thank you." Pip giggled. Damien smiled and opened a single eye.
"I guess not. Dad would get angry with me for staining his carpets after he's just cleaned them." Damien sighed as he gazed around at the scarlet carpets. Satan might have been frilly, but he still needed to make a gothic impression and live up to his stereotype.
Damien moaned again as his stomach gave an uncomfortable squelch.
"I envy dead people for not having the need to eat. They don't have to put up with this..."
"You're such a whiner, Damien." Pip grinned. "You complain about everything!"
"Is there anything good about indigestion?" Damien asked bluntly, pushing himself back up onto the couch next to Pip.
"Well, no. I guess not. But it's not the worst pain in the world." Pip said.
"Is there a way to get rid of it?" Damien asked.
"Yes. Don't eat so much in future!" Pip scolded, smiling. Damien rolled his eyes.
"I mean a way to get rid of the pain after you've eaten more than your body weight."
"Well, you could use medicine? Otherwise, you'll just have to wait until it goes away." Pip said. Damien groaned and slumped onto Pip's shoulder.
"This sucks..." he muttered into Pip's sleeve.
"You really do complain about the most trivial of things..." Pip retorted, quietly. Damien rose, gave Pip a quick narrow-eyed look, and sat up straight.
Pip returned the narrow-eyed look, but made it a little more eccentric. Damien chuckled, lolling an arm across Pip's shoulders.
"You've already told me I complain. Sure, I complain… but you don't have to go on about it."

The pair stayed silent for a moment, watching the flickering flames dance around the crumbling logs in the fireplace. Then, Damien spoke softly.
"….Imagine what people at school will say." he mumbled finally.
"About what?" Pip asked curiously. Damien remained silent for a moment, thinking of how to word his next sentence and whether his throat would let him.
"Us." Damien said finally as he snapped his gaze onto Pip.
"Well… I get bullied enough as it is, and I don't think we will be the most popular people if anyone found out…" Pip said with a little shrug.
"I vote we don't tell them, then." Damien said, with a small grin.
"I second that vote." Pip said, smiling as he snuggled into Damien's chest. Damien rested his head on Pip's. Being taller, Damien could easily embrace the tiny blonde.
"You know… I couldn't be any happier..." Pip sighed, tightening the grip around Damien's waist. Damien grinned and stroked Pip's sunlight hair again.
"Ditto."

Looking over the large stretch of grass behind the fence enclosing South Park High, Damien grimaced as he wondered how he had ended up in a shit-hole like this. Reduced to sitting on the corner of roofs in attempts to get away from the tyranny of his peers.
He was the son of Satan! Surely he deserved better than a desolate, broken-down town such as this.
Then he remembered Pip.
He smiled affectionately and took down the hood of his black coat. There by, letting the cold wind whip his dark hair.

There was a moment of peace for Damien before a slender form slid down the roof, stopping on the edge next to him.
"Long time no see, babe." A satiny voice whirled through the wind. Damien looked to the figure and saw the dark form of Henrietta, a gothic girl who usually stayed away from other people. She had lost considerable amounts of weight and over-all was rather beautiful. Her hair was chopped into pixie spikes. Purple and Pink strands jabbed into the coal black here and there, too. She wore a black corset-style vest laced at the front with a dark red ribbon in a diagonal. She crossed her fish-net laden legs, covered half way by smooth black boots and straightened her Lolita skirt.
Damien rolled his eyes and looked defiantly at the floor. It wasn't that he didn't like Henrietta, he just found her rather annoying.
"Hey..." he muttered. "Haven't seen you around for a while..." he said, taking care to keep his voice completely monotone.
"I've been in California." She said simply as she looked to her black, perfectly painted nails. "Seems that California seems to breed hot guys… None as hot as you, though." She sent him a dark wink.
"Uh... Thanks." Damien said, grimacing slightly. He shoved his jacket back in his bag to give himself something to do. "Your friends were talking to me the other day." Damien muttered, attempting to throw time away as he stared at the entrance, hoping that Pip would emerge and give him an excuse to leave Henrietta. He looked down to the people below and then, came up with an idea.
"Uh... I'm waiting for Pip, but he can't climb up here. I think I should be getting down. He usually arrives earlier than this." He said, standing and walking back to the opposite side of the slightly sloped roof.
"Pfft. It's not like it's hard to do. Stupid brit." Henrietta cackled, standing too and following Damien. Damien had to clench his fists to stop himself whipping round and turning Henrietta into some disgusting abomination.
Damien jumped from the high roof to the lower roof of the Cafeteria, holding his bag tight. Henrietta followed.
He hopped down onto the boiler room roof, and then touched down on the grass. Henrietta still followed. In the exact same suit as he had.
"If he should have turned up a while ago… maybe he's just ran back home to jolly old England. Then again, we mustn't get our hopes up." Henrietta sniggered as she stretched her back slightly. Damien scowled deeper and glared at the doors.
'Come on, Pip... Hurry up....'

Just that very second, as if Damien had made it happen by magic, a hurried Pip rushed outside. He was wearing a green apron, bearing the large emblem of Starbucks on the front. He caught sight of the daemon and his unwanted companion, and skidded over to them.
"S-Sorry, I'm late. I was… working early." He panted. He had to work a lot now that he had a responsibility, and money to save.
"It's not a problem!" Damien grinned, relieved that he now had an excuse to leave Henrietta's presence. He turned to the girl.
"You know Pip, right?" he asked, not able to think of anything better to say.
"Yeah." She frowned at the blonde. "You're the shrimp who always gets his ass kicked, right? ...I guess you're kinda cute… Nowhere near as hot as my Damien, though." She purred as she wrapped her arms around Damien from behind.
Pip's heart lurched when he saw this act of compassion by the tall girl.
"Uh, y-yes. Of course I'm not." He said, timidly as Damien made a noise of discomfort against the girl's arms.
"Pip doesn't always get his ass kicked.." Damien said, attempting to prize her arms off his chest. "Not as much lately, anyway."
"He's still a wimpy little fag." She laughed, leaning in to the side of Damien's head and nuzzling his slightly pointed and heavily pierced ear. Pip clenched his fists,
'How dare she do that to Damien. And how dare he let her!' he thought, angrily.
Damien grimaced. He would have retorted, but Henrietta had connections to people that looked up to him, and he rather enjoyed his reputation.
"That's your opinion." He growled, looking to the floor.

At that moment, the school bell rung out, and Henrietta released Damien.
"Hm, I'm going to have to leave. Kevin is waiting for me. Call me, Damien. When Brit isn't around, kay?." She giggled as she flouced away. Pip was so close to losing his temper now, but he held it in.
'Maintain composure, Pip.' he chanted to himself inside his head.

Once she was gone, Damien breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back against the wall.
"Thank hell for you, Pip." He said, smiling at the blonde. "I seriously thought she was going to eat me."
"I don't like her that much either." Pip said, rubbing his arm. "She gets under my skin."
"She gets under lots of people's skin. Then again, she probably wants to get under a lot more than skin." Damien muttered, morbidly. Pip shuddered slightly.
"I wish I'd grabbed a coffee on the way out.." Pip mumbled, "It's cold.."
"Well you could always get one from the cafeteria? Although I-eat-bats might be in there." He mumbled, chuckling slightly at his own humor.
"I don't mind. As long as she stays away from me." He said, smiling and skipping off. Damien, however caught his arm.
"Wait a minute. You've only been here three minutes and I haven't even had a 'Good morning.'" Damien smiled as he pulled Pip back to his arms and smiled down at him.
"Damien! We are at school!" Pip squeaked, unable to mask the small smile on his face.
"And we happen to be at the back of the school, where no-one ever comes." Damien said, grinning. Pip laughed momentarily, then pressed his lips against Damien's briefly.
"Morning, Damien." He smiled when they broke apart.
"Much better. Now, head off." He smiled, making a sweeping motion with his hand.

Pip skipped off, turning around and waving at Damien just before he disappeared in a burst of black smoke, obviously teleporting himself to their next classroom.