“Styx.”
“No. Go away.”
“We have a deal.”
“Fuck. You,” a pillow flies across the room, “And your stupid deal,” another pillow, “That you wrangled out of me,” heavy blankets flipped off the bed, “When I was a broken-hearted college student,” voice rising along with the rest of him, “Drunk on your Beelzejuice, might I add!”
“Tough shit, Dr. Butt-naked,” Beelzebub deadpanned as she leveled her gaze with the dark skinned turtle who slumped down to sit in his bed, glaring at her with clenched fanged teeth. “The deal holds, bestie.”
Dark turtle shell fell back against the bed with a groan, “Bee, for the hate of St. An! I just got home from a 30-hour shift.” He lifted his head off the bed, gold and black hair half covering his face as it flowed down from the water crystal on top of his head. “Heard the news about that Goetia kidnapping? Guess whose responsibility he was until Our Dark Lord was finally shifted to the ward???”
“And your vibe tastes awful! Like stale coffee and…”
“So use your oh-so-magical empathic taste powers to understand why I just want to be left alone,” he grumbled, throwing an arm over his closed eyes. The bumblebitch apparently drew the curtains to let in whatever daylight was left.
Queen Bee rolled her eyes as she grabbed both wrists and pulled him off the bed. “Oh I understand, all right. It’s exactly why I am not leaving here without you!”
“Without me or without mom’s drugs?” The tired resident jabbed at her as she nonchalantly dragged him across the carpet before tossing him towards her boyfriend.
“Aw don’t be like that, Riv. Ya know we like your company too!” Vortex easily teased as he slung the kappa demon over his shoulder. “Now let’s get you dressed!”
“What part of ‘no sleep for over two days don’t you understand? OW!” he sleepily mumbled before his head bumped on the door jamb of his walk-in closet.
“S’rry,” the muscular hellhound muttered before he plopped his charge’s shelled butt on the sofa and called out to the queen of Gluttony. “Babe, you know the drill.”
“Ooh ooh ooh! Remember that cute top I gave you? You can finally wear that for me!” Clear insect wings quivered in excitement as she flitted through the hangers with a familiarity that irked the doctor even more. She fished different articles of clothing out of drawers and shelves and threw them onto Tex’ hands. He put each onto the turtle, who fell back asleep soon after he was placed on the sofa. Like the hound has also done this countless times before, he finished by lifting the slumbering reptile into a bridal carry. Meeting her eyes with a smirk, he asked “So, where are the drugs?”
“Oh for all his grumbling, we both know he still keeps the next batch ready in that safe,” she pointed at the metal lockbox beside the similarly locked glass case holding his jewelry.
“C’mon, princess,” Vortex softly persuaded, “Your fancy locks won’t open when you look like we’re forcing you.”
Oh, you’re not??”
“….”
“Ugh, fine!” He then slapped a three-fingered hand against a smooth panel as he lined his bleary face up with the cameras, “Just get it over with.”
Bee and Vortex accepted the bags Styx pulled out of the safe. The hybrid demon peeked into the bags, “Ugh, why did Bel have to lock away the good stuff??”
“Because the last thing I need is even more patients,” the doctor retorted, “Mum giving me control over which drugs you can get your paws on is what chained me to your dumb deal to this day!” Resigning to his fate, he reluctantly got on his own feet and walked with them out to their car. “Seriously B, I just want to sleep.”
“Why else did I choose the cute mesh top and your stretchy Japanese harem pants?”
“Hakama… kinda.”
“Whatever. They’re comfier than your previous outfit!”
“Anything’s comfier than that harness you made me wear last time!”
“You weren’t complaining at all when you had your fun with the rope daddies,” Beelzebub shot back with a grin. “Speaking of which, we already have a sex room with your name on it. You can sleep all you want while the rest of us party!”
“I was sleeping perfectly fine before you literally dragged my ass out here!”
She shook her head, “Uff, for a doctor, you suck at taking care of yourself. So I got a cutie ready for ya at the mansion...”
“We can skip that part of the deal. Please.”
“Uh-uh. A deal’s a deal. Broken hearts be damned. Besides, he really wants to meet youuu…” she ended in a sing-song tone.
“Ew! A creep??”
“No!” She protested with a laugh, “He said he’s grateful for you saving his boss.”
“Oh my dogs, cut the crap! My brain is too sleep deprived for your riddles. If he’s talking about my work, I have had tons of patients!”
They chuckled at how he tried to solve it anyway, “Alright, alright. We’ll wake you when we get there, doc."
