[Closed] So I said, "If you wake me up one more time..."

[angelbirth]

Who: Mammon & Satan
Which: Closed Log
Where: Their Treehouse
What: The Avatar of Greed's gonna get a good thumpin' if he keeps poking the Avatar of Wrath awake.
Warnings: None yet. Probably some violence eventually.

It's late afternoon, and Satan has spent most of the day on the couch catching up on some reading. The journal, his research notes -- material that is fairly interesting to him but nothing he's overly invested in. Even though he's put in a lot of work to get caught up on what's been going on the past month, he still feels like there's a lot he's missed.

On top of that, he hasn't been sleeping well. Satan had been understanding the first couple of times Mammon had poked him awake. Irritated, but understanding. He appreciated that Mammon was concerned for him but Satan really wished he could convince Mammon that he wasn't going to slip into another month-long sleep coma.

The lack of sleep -- or rather, the constant interruptions to his sleep -- have left him very tired. He can feel himself struggle to focus on the words on the page, and so rather than fight it, he figures he might as well take advantage of the fact Mammon isn't here. He doesn't know where Mammon is, but it's not here in the living room and so he hopes he can snag at least an hour long nap to help him recharge. Otherwise, making dinner is going to be a grueling chore.

So, he allows himself to flop back onto the couch and throw an arm over his eyes to block out that pesky sunlight he'll never get used to. It doesn't take long for him to doze off, just like it probably won't take long for Mammon to find him and interrupt his catnap.

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[stupidmammon]

[ It seemed like luck was only on Satan's side for a little while, because while it was true that Mammon wasn't around the treehouse then, it only takes him about thirty minutes of exploring around before he decided to come back to the tree house that day. Humming a tune that he just can't shake out of his head no matter how hard he tries (THANKS A LOT, MEI), he slips into the treehouse, shutting the door behind him. ]

You're never not on my mind
my mind
my mind— huh?

[ Mammon catches sight of Satan, relaxing on the couch in the living room. Someone normal would just let the poor boy sleep, but unfortunately a traumatized older brother is just not the normal type.

He walks into the living room and crouches down by the couch. ]

Satan...?

[angelbirth]

[ It doesn't help that Satan, who is usually roused very easily, is out like a light. But really, this is like poking a sleeping bear. Don't do it, Mammon. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ Psh!!! Mammon laughs in the face of danger. HAH. HAHA. HAHAHAHA!!!! ]

Satan....? Satan you sleepin?

[ As if that much wasn't already obvious. Mammon gently pokes Satan at first. Just a couple little pokes to see if it would rouse him a little. When that doesn't work. Mammon starts to poke a little harder. ]

[angelbirth]

[ He's sleeping too soundly to react at first... until Mammon starts poking him harder. It isn't long after that that Satan finds himself awake, staring -- angrily -- into the darkness of the crook of his arm and feeling Mammon's poking.

For a brief moment, Satan hopes that if he just doesn't react that Mammon will just go away. He knows better, sure, but he hopes for it anyway. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon frowns softly as he gets no reaction out of Satan. Logically he knows Satan's probably just sleeping normally. No silly sleep coma's involved... b-but what if this is how the first one started! And Mammon could have prevented it or something??

Mammon starts poking him more and in different places. ]

Sataaaaaaaaaaaan. Waaaaaake uuuuupppppp!

[angelbirth]

[ UGH. He can't take it anymore. Satan finally removes his arm from his face, only to glare at Mammon with tired, narrowed eyes. ]

I'm awake.

[ Mammon had better want or need something. Satan swears, if Mammon woke him up just for the sake of waking him up... ]

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon let out a loud surprised scream as he fell backward right onto his ass. ]

G-Geeze! You ain't gotta sound so angry, ya know!

[ he had every reason to be angry with Mammon. ]

[angelbirth]

[ Satan is too tired to be concerned with whether or not his anger is showing. Plus, it's Mammon. Mammon already knows that deep down, Satan is an angry mess. ]

Mammon....

[ With a groan, Satan sits up on the couch and sets his book off to the side. ]

What do you want?

[ Mammon better come up with a good answer. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon swallows dryly as he stares up at Satan. Half of him relieved he wasn't actually in a sleeping coma, but the other half still nervous because look how angry Satan was. ]

I just... y-ya know. needed ta wake ya up a lil that's all.

[angelbirth]

[ Satan stands up from the couch and throws his hands out to either side of him, a glowing green ball of magic crackling to life above each palm. ]

Why?

[ LAST CHANCE. ]

[stupidmammon]

CAUSE I'M AFRAID YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME AGAIN!

[ Mammon ducts his head down low, whether it was out of fear or wanting to hide the emotions building up on his face was anyone's guess.]

Everytime I see you asleep... i panic. my chest tightens...

[angelbirth]

[ Satan stands his ground for just a moment before the magic dissipates and he sighs. How is he supposed to roast Mammon alive if he's being all open and honest. ]

...Look. I get it. But you know, Belphie's slept for much longer periods of time. I know I can't control whether or not it happens again, but you're going to run me ragged if you don't let me rest.

[stupidmammon]

I know okay! I know!

[ He's being a huge pain in the ass, he knows he is. He's being stupid and selfish and Satan's the only one suffering for it. He knows this and yet... ]

I'm sorry, okay?

[angelbirth]

I'm not looking for an apology. I said I get it.

[ He frowns and runs a hand through his hair. ]

...I really made you worry, didn't I?

[stupidmammon]

I know... people said. That this happens sometimes. Like it's safe or something I dunno... At least with Belphie I can still tell he's okay cause he snores.... but it was like you were frozen in time and I couldn't do anything about it. I hated it... I didn't know if you were really okay and... I

[ Mammon shakes his head, just making a noise instead. ]

Sorry... I'll stop.

[angelbirth]

[ With another sigh, this one soft, Satan takes a seat on the couch again and rests his hands on his lap. ]

I'm sorry I lost my temper, Mammon.

[ Granted, he'd have more of it if Mammon would let him sleep, but you know. ]

Wouldn't it be more reasonable to poke me awake if I'm oversleeping? You know, if I'm still in bed by 10am.

[stupidmammon]

Y-yeah I guess...

[ He knows it's stupid. He knows its so ridiculous and he knows he shouldn't keep disrupting Satan like this... He was just so worried and... lonely...

He frowns softly and scoots closer to the couch so he could lean his head against Satan's leg. ]

[angelbirth]

Stop.

[ Satan immediately pats the empty spot next to him on the couch. ]

Come here.

[stupidmammon]

Are you gonna hit me with your book?

[ He asks while still sliding up onto the couch anyway. He'd deserve it, but he'll still pout about it!!]

[angelbirth]

Don't be stupid.

[ He gently reaches out to grip Mammon's shoulder instead. ]

I'm not heartless.

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon seemed surprised by the gripping and turned his head to look at Satan. Ignore the fact that he quickly wipes at his eyes. ]

[angelbirth]

Do you just... carry the weight of your worry around with you? Are you this worried about the others...?

[stupidmammon]

I mean... I gotta.

[ Mammon's cheeks heat up a little, being blatantly called out like this. His eyes darting off to the side of the room.]

I'm the second oldest. I gotta worry about you guys... Or I guess... it's prolly more honest to say I can't really help but worry about you guys.

[angelbirth]

What do you get out of it...?

[stupidmammon]

[ Ducking his head a bit, though Satan will clearly see his ears turning red. ]

Seein' you guys gettin' to live an' have experiences and stuff... An'.... it feels less lonely.