You and Devil got into a fight. You had both used knifes. Both of your phones had died and needed to call an ambulance but couldn’t. So you call a taxi. There was a few other people so you had to sit on Devils lap. You shift a bit thinking that it was Devils knife handle in his pocket. You ask him to move his knife.

Devil: “Fuck….stop moving….it’s not my knife…”

You roll your eyes and shift again. He mouthed fuck you in response with a small groan