Seth starts when Grayson picked him up, clinging to his thumb, about the same size of the finger, before at the other as he was set down on the shelf. He sets on the edge of the counter. "I like this." he chuckles. "I'm tiny, therefore I can fit in more places." He smiles a little, his tail flicking back and forth.
"You could also get stepped on pretty easily." Grayson replied, grabbing his paints from above Seth and continuing to work on his piece, leaning in close to the canvas as he painted.
Seth sighed and leaned back. "Eh." He shrugged. He wanders the drawer, giggling happily. He hums and pops back up. "what are you painting?"
"My friend." Grayson said simply, glancing down at his phone occasionally. "It looks like shit though. And she'll hate me for it." He sighed, using his finger to dab at a spot of unwanted paint.
Seth listened intently, glancing at the drawing. "I think it's pretty." He says softly a little smile on his lips. He settles on the desk and admires the painting. "What's her name?"
"Uh..thanks, I guess it's not that bad." He said, a ghost of a smile passing over his lips. "Her name is North. Don't you have people in Hell that you miss?" Grayson asked, seeming to be a lot happier here than he was at home or in public.
Seth listens and smiles a little, his smile growing when he saw a tiny smile flicker over Grayson's lips. When asked the question he instantly faltered, his smile disappearing. "Oh uh-" He looked down and shook his head. "Not… Not really…"
"Oh.." Grayson paused, thinking of what to say. "I'm sorry. You probably should've picked someone on Earth that actually likes interacting with people. I'm about as anti-social as people get." He said quietly, feeling slightly guilty and sympathetic towards Seth as they sat there.
Seth tucked his chin onto his knees. "I guess… I don't mind antisocial." He winced a little. Maybe he should have. Maybe Grayson didn't want him around. He pushed those thoughts away. He chose Grayson. He was going to stick with that.
"Not.." Grayson sighed, "Not because I don't want you here. I'm just..not the most pleasant to be around. They should put a warning label on me or something." He said, running his hand through his hair, only to realize a second later that he had been basically finger painting for the past five minutes.
Seth smiled a little at that. "Don't worry. Most people don't want to interact with the son of satan." He hums in reply, looking down. "I think you're just fine." He hums before smiling at the other.
“You seem pretty good yourself.” Grayson murmured, frowning at his hand. He turned back towards Seth. “There’s paint in my hair, isn’t there?”
He looks up and giggles softly. "A little bit, yeah." He smiled. "It looks like you put highlights in your hair." He smiles at the other before grabbing a clean towel.
“Oh, amazing.” Grayson sighed, smiling a little. He shook his head at the towel. “It happens a lot I’ll just wash it out when we get home.”
He turned back to the painting and sighed, leaning back onto the floor and closing his eyes. “Tell me more about Hell. How did you even get here?”
He nods and puts the table back before sitting back on the desk. He settles onto the desk and runs a hand through his hair. "Oh- Uhm I guess it's okay…" He mutters softly. "Not the best of places but its okay…"
Grayson sat up cross legged on the stool. "I'm guessing this is your first time on Earth?" He asked, taking his paints and mixing some colors around with his finger and onto his hand.
Seth looks up. "That obvious, huh?" He asks curiously as he looks at the paintings. "What are you doing?" he ask curiously. "It looks fun."
"You just seem to excited by everything." He said quietly. "I don't know. I'm just procrastinating." He sighed, looking behind him at the painting.
He chuckles softly. "Yes, I suppose I am." He hummed before looking at the painting. "It's really good." He says softly.
"Thank you." Grayson blushed lightly, turning away from Seth in slight embarrassment.
(do you want to skip to something? Idk really what they should do at this point, sorry)
(Sure)
(…what should they do?)
(hmm. Maybe someone makes a witty, unkind remark towards Grayson and Seth freaks out?)
(Sounds good :)
(Alright. You want to start or should I?)
(Do you mind starting? Sorry I’m just a bit overwhelmed right now)
(Sure thing love!)
Seth sighed as they exited the building. "So that was college? How strange." he was now normal size, his hood up, his tail tucked into his pants. He smiles at the other before looking around. The campus was huge, he'd give it that much credit.
“Yeah, it’s like high school but people actually care.” Grayson muttered, walking with his hands in his pockets.
A couple guys walked past them, laughing and being obnoxiously loud. Grayson sneered and rolled his eyes at them. “Well, maybe not some people.”
One of the guys stopped and started walking next to Grayson, nudging him a little to hard. “Hey Grayson. Finally tricked someone into talking to your sorry ass?” He snickered, waving his friends away. “Is your idiot brother gonna appear out nowhere and drag you off to therapy or some shit. Oh but I forgot!” He laughed, “No one cares that your Dad fucked y-“
“Fuck off Ben.” Grayson muttered, trying to shove past him.
Seth smiled at the other and looked around. "Breathtaking." He whispers. The moment people walked towards them, his eyes narrowed at the other. He noticed Graysons annoyance and he hissed lowly. He turned sharply on his heel and got right in Ben's face. "Mind fucking off, mate. No one's interested in hearing what you have to say since most of it sounds like shit anyways." He growls.
Grayson stared up at Seth with a mixture of shock and confusion. He took his arm and tried to pull him away. “Don’t bother Seth..”
Ben scowled at Seth, not expecting this sudden outburst. “I’d listen to this loser if I were you.” He growled, taking a step closer to the demon.