MY ROOMMATE, SATAN

[neighborofthebeast]

zack and roman. its complicated

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[neighborofthebeast]

"Hup," hiccuped Roman indignantly. He found a little corner where the sofa arm met the back and curled up into a small orange ball. "Hup."

He had some thinking to do. Soon as Zack left for work he'd easily let himself out and return to his life of devil's dealing. That was one thing he wouldn't be able to stop. He wasn't sure if he could make it back here every night either. One day Zack would come home to an empty appartment. It'd break the guy's heart. It might be better to rip off the band aid early. He was obviously Not Okay but that really wasn't any of his business. Nothing said he couldn't stop by the shop from time to time to say hello in human form.

But the guy had given him two whole cans of tuna and had kept him warm in the snow.

UGH why was being good so hard.

[weallfalldown]

Zack sat there, staring at the cat completely unaware of his train of thought. Of course he would be, since cats didn't usually contemplate turning into demons and mooching off an idiot eight to twelve hours a day between dealing devil magic, but maybe they did? He considers the cat, considers the phone and physically turns himself away, facing Roman and slowly reaching towards him.

"You know you wanna let me love you."

[neighborofthebeast]

Roman's circling thoughts were interrupted by a nearing hand.

Maybe...if he meowed to be let out in the morning, it would hurt him less. There wouldn't be a complete mystery. He didn't want to make Zack thing he'd just imagined the hiccuping cat.

And so he stayed put, feet tucked under his chest, waiting for the hand to give him scratches. Because what fucking fool wouldn't accept scratches?