The man stood and looked at the boy in silence. His gaze was filled with frustration, "Well, didn't you say that you wouldn't interrupt me?"
"And didn't you say that you were almost done?" The boy huffed. "I see, then I can only apologize for underestimating your lack of patience, it seems like our perception of time is quite different." The man sighed helplessly, but his voice carried a sarcastic and mocking tone.
"Ahhhh-Bastard, Bastard, Bastard. Nanana~ Oh, did you say something? I was too busy singing my new hit song. It's called 'Why the Fuck is This Bastard Wasting my Time?'"
The man looked at the boy in disbelief, "Is it really necessary for you to curse?" He said while watching as the boy clapped his hands to a certain song, he seemed to be in a daze.
"Hm, oh right… Old Bastard don't tell me what I can and can't do, cursing is the healthiest way to relieve stress y'know." The boy clicked his tongue, and wiggled his finger.
"Anyways when does this shit get good? I hate exposition, give me violence!" The boy cheered.
"This isn't that kind of story…" The man mumbled.
The boy stared at him in silence before bursting into anger. "Fuck did your tongue go dry? Now you're a Thirsty Old Bastard? Keep going!"
"Hm, ah! Oh, yeah. Let's see.."
The two lovers sat next to each other, bathing in the moonlight. One abomination and the other a god. "So, what will happen to you…" The god's voice trailed off.
The abomination looked at them bitterly, "I'm not quite sure, in the end, if nothing is done then I'll be killed by my colleagues." They turned their head to look at the moon. "Such a death would be lonely and cold.. Which is why I wish for you, my love, to kill me instead."