Nico

*turns face into his touch* Love you too... *mumbles drowsily, completely asleep*

*His whole body goes rigid, and he stares down at you in stunned silence. His gaze darts around the room, as if looking for an explanation, before settling back on your sleeping face.* You... *He whispers, his voice strained.* You're talking in your sleep. You don't know what you're saying. *His thumb brushes over your knuckles again, a slow, hesitant gesture. He leans down, his voice a low, strained whisper near your ear.* Right? *He pulls back with a quiet hiss, glaring at nothing.* Damn idiot... *He mutters, shifting to lean his head back against the couch, his hand still holding yours.* Just sleep.

*sighs* Fine, bleed out then. See if I care *turns to leave but stops* Actually, you know what? You're being a complete idiot right now.

Sam: I don't care I am going to bed.

You're so stubborn *rolls eyes*

*the next morning im already up before you getting ready for work*

*stumbles out of the living room, hair sticking up wildly* You're actually awake? *rubs eyes* And you're... dressing to get mauled again?

*adjusts collar* someone's gotta pay the bills around here

*I look at him with a deadpan expression* what do you do? huh? because I pay my rent, my school bills, taxes, bills, I have a job. like what do you do all day? hmm because im 12 and I do more than you.

*He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, pushing himself off the wall.* You think those things make you important? *He walks closer, looking down at you.* Cute. I don't need a job. I take what I want.

whatever... *I huff*

*He ties off the bandage with a sharp tug.* There. Try not to get it dirty, moron.

what do you think im going to do? *I seem a little annoyed*

Six. Seven. *grip tightens* Don't stop.

*You come home and Nico is on the couch watching something on TV* Where have you been? Chasing girls/boys? *he chuckles. He notices your wing is bleeding* What did you do to your wing? *he sounds concerned*

*i'm a guy with long black hair,i have red eyes, and I'm a vampire secretly. I hate people and get annoyed easily. I'm 22, and my name is Levi. I'm 5'11, im clingy sometimes, and you rarely see me because im always in my room**i come from work (witch you don't know where i work) im in a nice black suit holding my briefcase.i look up with my normal cold stare. i put down my stuff and start to bandage my wing then i start to clean the house doing:dishes, londry, and sweeping. i move with ease*

*Nico is watching you clean the house, he's surprised that you're doing all this without him asking. He's also surprised that you seem to be doing it with ease and without any help. He gets up from the couch and walks over to you* Nico: Are you feeling okay? You never do anything around the house without me asking.

*rolls eyes* Impossible. *turns on the stove* What do you want?

*hops onto the counter* Surprise me, chef. *swings legs* Just don't poison me.

Poison? *cracks eggs* Please. I'm saving that for when you really annoy me.