Cross being a bean
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Dust watches Killer in boredroom. Why did he lose a bet? He has no idea, oh probably because Killer is cheating and he was drunk, he can't even remember what it was about but now he is stuck protecting Killer from Horror if the other demon will try to hit him with a newspaper today.

If Dust would have a newspaper he would hit him too, he is tired of listening to Killer's terrible pick up lines.

Oh looks like there is something about to happen. Killer is scooting closer to Cross on the sofa. Dust watches in interest from the armchair.

"Hey Cross." Killer grins as the smaller demon turns to him with a small 'hmm?'

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Cross looks down on his hands and counts something quietly before thinking, which is not a reaction that Killer had expected, he expected the small demon to get embarrassed not to start counting something.

"Ye, a lot actually. 8/10 on the scale of pain, why do you ask?" Cross tilts his head to the side in confusion. Killer clicks his tongue.

"That's not.. nevermind. Let's start again. Did it hurt when you crawled out of hell?" Killer looks at Cross expectedly.

The small demon again, thinks about it for a moment. "Ye, that hurt too. Actually a bit more than falling out of heaven-"

Killer cups Crosses cheeks and sighs quietly. "Why must you be such a bean?? Stop."

Cross looks at him in confusion before whining. "Stop what? I'm not doing anythinggggg."

Killer huffs. Dust stiffs a small laugh.