forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

tune

(Met is technically a young adult. He’s 18.)

Met jumped and hid in the shadows, as if he were expecting Seth to run over and attack. He didn’t respond to Seth’s proposal.

(Fair enough)

Seth smiles a little, "I'm not going to hurt you." He assures gently.

Met slumped down in the shadow of the door, a good tactic in trying to make yourself smaller.

Seth turns towards him completely. "It's okay." He says gently, "Is something wrong?"

Met pressed his back against the wall and shook his head hastily.

Seth smiles a little and nods, "Alright. I won't force you to do anything." He says gently, beginning to cook.

Met relaxed a little, worry still creasing his forehead, watching Seth cook.

Seth hums softly as he works, he always had loved to cook.

Met inched forward out of the shadows, on edge.

Seth still kept his easy rhythm, humming gently as he does so.

Met inched forward so that he could barely see over Seth’s shoulder, tense as could be.

Seth senses the other and smiles a little as he continues to cook, humming softly still.

Met tensed at small movements, such as Seth lifting up a spachula, otherwise didn’t move. He watched with genial interest.

Seth smiles a little, humming gently.

Met skulked over a little more to the right, so he could see the movements of Seth’s wrist as he flipped and chopped. The air of impressed-ness fluttered off of him.

He smiles gently and makes sure to keep his movements gentle and controlled.

Seth lost grip on a spatula as he set it down, and it fell to the counter, then to the floor with a clatter. It frightened poor Met back into his staring place in the shadow of the door.

Seth winces a little and picks up that spatula. "Sorry." He smiles gently at Met. "Didn't mean to do that." He was concerned about Met. He wanted the young adult to grow accustomed to Seth, but he knew it needed time.

Met gave Seth a wide eyed look and shuffled against the wall.

Seth gives him a gentle glace before returning to cooking, his movements calming and slow.

Met hugged himself and his brow wrinkled with concern. He wrapped his hands around his upper arms and pressed his back against the cold wal.

Wal?//

Seth smiles gently, humming as he turns on his phone, playing soft music as he cooks.

(Yes)

Met relaxed a little as the music played. He inched forward, closer to the counter.

Seth hums, glancing at Met. "Is there a certain song you'd like? You're welcome to look it up." he motions his head towards the phone before returning to cooking.

Met paused and tensed up. He started wringing his hands together nervously and backed up a little.

Seth hums along with the current song, and barbecued meat fills the kitchen with a heavenly aroma.

Met made a worried noise in his throat and moved forward a little, just enough to peer over Seth’s shoulder.

Seth hums as he continues to cook, dousing the meat with barbecue sauce.

Met glanced at Seth’s phone curiously. He reached out to poke it, and when the screen flashed on, he hopped away.

Seth smiles softly at Met. "It's alright."