For most people, saying that they had an angel and a demon on their shoulder would be metaphorical. For you...it was not.

Some months prior you had accidentally summoned your angel and demon, with no way of getting rid of either of them. They were a hustle most of the time. They sometimes annoyed you and they could never stop fighting.

In the present moment, you were sat on the couch, lazily watching TV next to Forndon, while Eleanor was seated on a chair next to the window, enjoying the tranquility of the bright sunset.

What broke the silence was Forndon's voice; "I'm bored." He groaned and leaned his head against the back of the couch.

"Well there's no need to be loud, now, is there?" Eleanor scolded and looked back at Fordon with a frown.