"So I'll be washing your hair too, then?" Trent asked, biting his lip nervously.
"No I was planning on carrying that cunt around with me forever" Daemon remarked back sarcastically.
"Oh, okay then!" Trent said cheerfully, without a hint that he understood sarcasm.
"Trent I have something very important I need you to do first however. Are you ready for this one?" Daemon
Trent nodded, beaming eagerly, practically panting like a cartoon dog.
"Go throw yourself off that rock over there" Daemon pointed his expression somehow all to serious.
Trent looked uncertainly at Daemon for a moment, wondering if he was mad at Trent for something, but shrugged it off quickly. He took a running start to the rock and leapt off!
"GOD DAMN!! TRENT!!!!" Daemon immediately jumped up and went rushing after him damn near football tackling him just before the edge. "ARE YOU STUPID!!!!!"
Trent managed a surprised little "oh!" as Daemon tackled him.
"You told me to!" he said accusingly. "I'm meant to follow your orders, aren't I?"
Head dropping to Trent’s shoulder, now that he was sure he wasn't actually about to take a dive into the rocks below Daemon was suddenly laughing way to hard. "I suppose you're right. I... Changed my mind" He decided to lie still laughing so hard he'd hardly been able to speak and once he'd managed to say that he was back to laughing again.
"Okay, I believe you!" Trent chirped, giving Daemon a thumbs-up and grinning.
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