I am so sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER, I kind of forgot I'm on this site...
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"Excuse me, I am a DEMON!" Horace looked at the boy standing at his kitchen table, essay long forgotten.
"Well, demon or not, I can't take you seriously in that fedora," Horace replied, exasperated. He watched as the messy blonde haired boy touched the brim of his blood-red fedora, looking insulted.
The day had started out well enough, he had woken up early enough to catch the bus, surprisingly, all of his classes were easy, and barely any people showed up at the bakery he worked at. All in all, a good day. Until the boy showed up.
"Can you please leave? My friends are coming over to work on a project." Horace looked back down at his essay, adding another sentence to the already long essay.
He heard the boy sigh. "I just need you to bleed on this paper! Human blood is all I need goddamnit!"
Horace looked up. "Well, why didn't you just say that in the beginning? I can do that."
He grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter and poked a small hole in his thumb, holding his hand on the paper the boy held out.
When he removed his thumb from the paper, he looked the boy dead in the eys-damn, he had nice eyes, very feminine but still-and asked him for his number.
"O-oh, I don't have a number, the bird won't let any of us get one."
Horace raised an eyebrow at this, and quickly realized something.
"You're not a demon, you're in my English class."
The boy sighed. "Yeah, I'm not a demon. It was a dare, my friend Emma is filming through the window."
Horace laughed, scaring the boy apparently. He didn't notice how the boy's ears lit up red, or how he smiled in an odd way at the man in front of him. "I'm Horace, what's your name?"
"E-E-Enoch." The boy-no, Enoch, was DEFINITELY blushing.
"Hey, want to go on a date later?"