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“Oh hey Kit what’s up?” he didn’t even turn around. I think he was writing something.

“What are you writing?” Dagon asked, still slurring his words.

Satan turned around and looked at him “A story about you two” then he turned his attention to me “Kit what did your boyfriend get high on?”

“HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND” I replied “And he’s not high he’s drunk”

"High, drunk," Satan shruged "Same difference"

I looked at dagon who then brought us back to the previous subject “Kiiiit can you be my boyfriend?” he wrapped his other arm over my shoulder and let his feet slowly slide out from under him. I wrapped my arms under his to catch him.

“I KNEW IT!!” he said complete with a fanboy squeal “I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW YOU LIKE EACH OTHER!!!” My face turned red.

“He’s drunk he doesn’t know what he’s saying and Dagon you’re drunk”

“Am not,” Dagon added.

“I think he does. I mean look at how he’s looking at you,” Satan replied.  I glanced at him only for a second but the look I saw on his face was one of pure love and happiness.  I couldn’t help but want to keep on looking at his face. It was so cute.

“Kit? Do you like me?” Dagon asked me.  I looked back and forth between him and Satan looking for help but they didn’t seem to want to.  Just then Dagon barfed toward Satan who stepped back just in time to avoid getting throw up on them.  

“Kit why don’t you take Dagon back to your apartment,” Satan said

“At least you had one good idea today,” I mumbled under my breath, dragging Dagon along.  Then satan snapped his fingers and we were back in his room.

“Kit do you like me?” Dagon asked.

“Um uh um,” my face turned red.

“Kiiiiiit? Do you?”

“Come on Dagon, can you at least sit on your bed?” I said avoiding the conversation.

“Fiiiiine” I pulled a chair over next to Dagon's bed.  He sat there for a minute before he asked me, “Kit? Can you tell me a story, A happy one, from when you were alive.” 

I thought for a moment I didn’t have many happy memories if i wasn’t being bullied bexley was making some odd comments, or my mom was.  After thinking for another minute I knew a story.

“Okay,” I said. “Wanna hear the story about how I came out to my dad?” He nodded so I continued. “When I was alive I experienced some really bad gender dysphoria and I still do!” I said defensively.

“Mmmh,” Dagon said and inched closer to me.

“So one day my dad and I were doing some very MANLY testosterone activities” I said flexing my non existent muscles.  Dagon giggled. “Aka I was re-doing some furniture and we were talking and my dad just says ‘I love doing these things with my daughter’ referring to me” I laughed recalling what was going through my head.

Dagon nodded his head and got closer yet again. 

“And without thinking, I stopped what I was doing, looked my dad dead in the eyes and said, ‘Dad I’m a boy.’ It was kinda stupid of me to say that, but he was super supportive”  I didn’t realize how close dagon had gotten while I was telling the story and he ended up laying on my shoulder by the time I was done telling him the story.  I moved his head carefully onto his pillow, got up and left the room.

Thank Satan he fell asleep. I didn't know what I would have done if he asked if I liked him again.