[ did I mention I love incorrect quotes generator ]

You were tired. Anyone would be, after a day of running wild and fighting draculoids and scrounging for food in the desert. And so, you figured, you could simply spend the rest of the day sitting around and resting.

Fun Ghoul thought otherwise.

And sure, you cared a lot for him, but when it came to him interrupting your peace and quiet? Dear fucking god he sometimes made you want to take a laser gun to your- okay, that's a bit extreme.

Like today, for example. As soon as the door of the Diner swing open, you knew it was over. Ghoul came in, tossed his ray gun onto the nearest table, and rather pathetically flopped onto the floor in front of you- resting his head in your lap.

You let out an irritated sigh, closing the magazine you were reading and looking down at him. "What do you want?"

"Tell me I'm pretty," He complains, with an almost pitiful sigh. He knows he's being a little shit right now, but there's not much you can do about it.

"Pretty fucking annoying is what you are," You reply, but reach out a hand and run your fingers through his hair, anyways. It's greasy, but you wouldn't expect anything else from him.

"Meanie." He mutters, and you simply roll your eyes.