Home Sweet Home (Yumi)

Astareal laughed at that. She actually kind of believed the statement when she thought about it for a moment. "Oh really? I think that you'd be better off waiting until you didn't have a chest wound like that." Astareal watched the demon curiously, seeing him look at the cat. Yrael was a good little companion, until he thought of some evil little plan to get her killed. Those evil little plans that came from his devious little mind came in handy, though. Especially when she wanted something to go her way.

"Be careful around him. He thinks quickly and moves even quicker. Right now he's devising something to bring the world down. Always has been a big fan of world domination." Astareal smiled and finished off her wine. Setting the glass down on the stand, she continued to munch on the crackers. Once she was full, she was going to bed. There was no changing that. Hopefully Akuma decided he was done for the day and went to bed right after she did. Somehow, she doubted it.

Akuma smiled at that. "Yes your probably right about that. Demon or not climbing mountains in a state like this is suicidal." He finished his wine too. He shrugged at her comment about the cat. He really didn't care what the thing was planing. Honestly he was planing the same thing so it didn't bother him. Though he supposed if the creature was as powerful as Astreal made it seem then he could cause him trouble later. "So what do you want to do now?" It was really annoying how he got bored so easily. He couldn't help it though.

Astareal started to speak but then thought it was best not to. Her mouth was full of craker and she sounded like a pig. Swallowing, she looked at the demon for a moment. "Actually, I planned on going to bed after I was done stuffing my face. Where are you going to sleep? On the couch or in your bed?" The woman stood up and made her way over to the cupboards. Placing the crackers safely inside the supboard yet again, she turned and looked at Akuma.

Normally people ran away after first glance. That was the way she liked it, though. It was much better that way. She was alone and that was how she preferred it. There was something in that guy that inspired persistance. Maybe the saying was right; men want what they can't have. The woman smirked at the thought, then brushed a stray strand of brown hair away from her face. Perhaps she should install a deabolt on her bedroom door sometime. People weren't dumb enough to shove their hand through it and unlock it, were they? She didn't think so. Maybe it would be worthwhile, then.

Akuma looked at her innocently when she made the comment about where he was sleeping. "I'm going to me sleeping on the couch. What makes you think otherwise?" It was fun while it lasted but he supposed it was late. The women was clearly tired..........or maybe it was just an excuse to get away from him. Etheir way he was going to be a good boy for now and sleep on the couch. But once he was better..... He smiled to himself at the thought. She was playing hard to get...it was only a matter of time though before he broke her down with his charm...or so he hoped.

Astareal shook her head. "You know how you are." She nodded, and then went down the hallway and into her bedroom. After a few seconds and a loud crash, she reemerged out of it with a blanket with a puppy on it and a pillow with a kitty on it. "I thought they suited you well. Do you want another blanket or is this one enough? There is another with a donkey on it, if you prefer that." The woman smiled broadly, plopping the bedding on the couch. She thought she was rather clever, she really did. Either clever or really evil. She was hoping more for the clever portion, though. Laughing to herself, she looked at Akuma.

"What are you going to sleep in, clothing wise?" She had a vague idea of what the answer would be, but she was really hoping that it wouldn't be what she thought it would be. She did have some jammies that would probably fit him, if he'd like.

Akuma laughed. "I see you have now moved on to insulting me. Could i get just get a plain blanket? I wouldn't want to deprive you of these. I'm curious does your blankets have pictures of dead things and cockroaches?" He said in regards to the blanket comment. She liked to play clever evil games..that was good because he did too.

He smiled evilly when she asked him the question about what he was going to wear. Actually he did wear pajamas but he wanted to bug her so.."I wear nothing. Is that ok?"

Astareal laughed at his question. "Actually, mine have pictures of wolves on them. My only plain blanket is pink and infested with cat hair. But, if you want that one..." The woman grinned. This was going to be rather fun, having someone like that around. Until she got sick of his crap and decided to murder him in his sleep. Those were rather grim thoughts, weren't they? Horrible for thinking when someone like him was around. She wouldn't kill him... unless he managed to do more than just annoy her. Even then she would have to decide upon what to do.

"Oh, that's quite alright. As long as you don't mind..." Her gaze shifted over to Yrael, who was appropriatley digging his claws into the rug and retratcting them in time. "He likes to sleep where it's warm. You're warm. When he sleeps, he does that. Doesn't sound like a good idea to me." Shifting her gaze from the cat to the demon, she grinned. "Would you like some jammies? I have some that would suit you perfectly!" Astareal acted excited, smiling like a fool, but within a second that disappeared. She looked bored again.

Akuma laughed at the thought of using a pink blanket. "no i think thats all right... i'll just use these then." Why was it that girls had have yuky pink stuff or cute animal stuff. Couldn't they have normal things? He really didn't expect the nocramercer to be the type to be into the girly stuff.

The demon watched the cat and winced. He didn't much like the idea of that cat clawing at him. But wouldn't pyjamas just make it worse......though the clothing may offer some protection. He sighed "very well then i'll take your pyjamas." She seemed very excited about that for some reason. Somehow he thought that would be bad for him, the pyjamas probably were simular to the blankets."Your pyjammas had better not be ugly like your blankets."

Astareal laughed uncontrolably for a moment, then simmered down a little. After five seconds, it was down to a giggle. "Don't worry. They're actually rather cute." The woman walked into the bedroom that could now be dubbed as Akuma's and went through the dresser. Having no luck finding them in there, she walked into her room and started going through a box that she put a lot of random stuff in. Finally finding them, she took them out into the living room.

Holding the out proudly, she grinned like a fool. "I love them. The pretty ponies would really work with your eyes. The pink may even compliment your skin color. It's either this or a nightgown I stole from some random old woman that is all frills and ruffles. These even have the little footie thingies!!!" In truth, the pajamas were rather adorbale. But the pink and the ponies meant that they were meant to be for a girl. Astareal's smile died down a few notches as she studied Akuma's face. She wanted to know what he was thinking. If he thought she was girly, he'd have to go in her bedroom and look around. The only thing happy about it was the bedset. Everything else was dark colored and boring, except for her clothing collection. Although she was rather proud of her night clothing. The skull shirt and matching pants made her look paler than she already was.

"thats what i'm afriad of." The demon mumbled when the women said he would look cute. Turns out Akuma had a good reason to be afriad when he saw what she brought for him. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "You have got to be kidding me i'm not weaing that!" He exclaimed horrified. "I'll just sleep in my clothes." That girl had problems if she really expected him to wear stuff like that. If this is what her night time things looked like he shuddered to think what his room and day time clothes looked like. It was almost like the witch had set everything up before had just to annoy him. "Why do you get the cool clothes?" He asked when he noticed her night out fit. That was no fair, she should get the ugly girl things.

Astareal couldn't help but keep laughing quietly, truly enjoying the situation. "But I thought you didn't like creepy zombie things, remember? You're scared of them!" Astareal threw the pony pajamas back into her room and shook her head at the demon. "If you really want jammies then I can give you my extra pair. As long as you don't lay there and smell them all night long. That would be weird. Yet if you would rather sleep in your clothes, that's fine with me. I was just afraid they'd start to make my house stink if you wore them all the time." Astareal liked the pony pajamas. If she ever had a daughter (or a gay son) she was going to give them those pajamas to wear. She couldn't really even remember when she had gotten them in the first place. This was one of those situations in which one was so tired they had become rather hyper. Then again, once she shut up and laid down on her bed she'd be out like a light...

"I'm not scared of them i just find them repulsive." the demon said indignantly. "And since your offering then sure i would love to have your extra pair. If you don't keep trying to make me wear girl clothes then you won't have to worry about your house stinking. And i don't stink." Akuma said. He laughed inwardly though at her comment about him smelling her clothes all night. The only thing he planed on doing was sleeping. Now if only the girl would be quiet and give him something decent to wear.

Astareal shook her head and walked back into her bedroom, snatching up her pair of pajamas, and taking them back out to the demon. "I don't like them because they are too big. I'm sure you might be able to fit into them, though." Astareal handed over the red and black striped pajamas. The top buttoned up and the fabric was smooth and silky. They were rather comfortable, but, as she had said, they were a bit too big. The black would probably look funny on Akuma, mainly because he always wore white. Or perhaps that was just her distorted thinking for being up so late.

"Well, if you're satisfied, I'm going to bed." The woman yawned and made her way to her bedroom, crawling under the covers, and nearly falling asleep right away. All of the lights were out except for the soft glow from the fire out in the living room, which she could see because her door was open just a crack. That was the way she liked it.

((You can make it morning or whatever you'd like. ))

Akuma sighed and put on the pyjamas and went to bed on the couch. Before he knew it it was morning and he was nearly blinded by the light. It didn't even feel like he slept at all. Sittng up he looked around trying to get his eyes accustom to the light. He wondered what was going to happen today. Once his eyes adjusted he got up and walked around exploring a bit. For lack of sleep and chest wound he was feeling pretty good today. The demon wondered if Astreal was up yet. He didn't really know where anything was and he didn't want to just snoop around everywhere. Perhaps it was best to wait for her to show him where things were before he did anything.

Yrael woke up before Astareal did and began to move around restlessly, looking here and there, before venturing into the woman's bedroom. Noticing that she was still sleeping rather soundly, he shifted into his human form and walked back out into the living room. "She won't be up for at least another half hour." The cat walked into the kitchen and climbed up onto the slate counter, looking around quietly. Opening a cupboard, he took out a can. Canned venison. Yum.

Jumping off the counter, he meandered over to the stove and turned it on. Taking out a frying pan, he dumped the contents of the can into it and sat it on the stove. Before long, the meat was almost done. The cat's tail was swishing back and forth happily, taking in the aroma of the cooking meat. In a few seconds, he was turned back into a cat. Hissing quietly, he wandered back into the bedroom and nudged Astareal's forehead.

"You... have my permission." The cat shifted back and then took off back into the kitchen, taking the pan off the stove before it started to burn. Looking toward the guest, he looked at him with completely emotionless eyes. "Would you like some?" He sat the pan on the table and got out a few plates, sniffing the pan before he gave everyone an equal serving. In a few minutes, Astareal proved to be alive and was moving around, probably trying to find her clean clothes.

"I washed them. They're in the wardrobe, freshly pressed and hanging." Astareal let out a grumpy huff and went over to the cupboard, pulling out one of her clean dresses. She noticed how Yrael hadn't bothered to say what he had pressed and hung. She remembered that Akuma was here and wondered what he thought of it. Probably already knew that it was clothing. Hmmpf. Changing her clothes quickly, she walked out into the kitchen, her face dull and lifeless. "Mornin'." Smelling the food, she didn't know if she was hungry or not. She'd have to think on it for a moment.

Akuma watched the cat boy make his food and wander around un interestedly. Whe the spoke he nodded. "If you don't mind sharing." Some how though he figured the cat probably did. It was probably Astreal who had gotten him to do it.

Astreal had woke up shortly after the cat had prepared the food. She didn't seem to be all that pleased. Clearly she was not a morning person. Saying nothing he went to the wordrob she mentiond, the one in the room that would be his. Shutting the door he got changed happy to see that these clothes were not like the night time atire. He put on some slik black pants and a red top. coming out he grined. "So what do you think?.wait don't tell me i can probably guess..........it needs pink ponys right?"