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“Joooon,” Came the ever annoying boy above him, followed by a poke on his nose.
“What did you just call me?” Jonathan grunted, turning onto his back and looking up at the smirking demon.
“Jon, that’s your name, isn’t it?” Sock gleamed happily, floating closer to the newly awakened blonde.
“It’s Jonathan,” He corrected, running his hands over bleary eyes and blinking gloomily, turning to look at the clock. He realized it was well before six AM, meaning it was well before he actually had to get up for the day, “And why am I awake?"
Sock waved him off, sitting back into an upright position but still hovering above the covers, “Thought we’d get an early start on the day-“
"You were bored,” Jonathan cut him off, knowing the demon well.
“Minor detail, anyway, I’ve come up with a new nickname for you,” He breezed over Jonathan’s comment, nodding his head in excitement. Jonathan gave him a weary look, but still nodded his head as he sat up in bed, motioning for him to continue.
“It was about three in the morning, and I was thinking of you, as always~” Sock flashed him heart eyes, making Jonathan snort before continuing, “And realized; You don’t have a nickname, which is a true travesty, so I’ve taken liberty and shortened yours, coming up with Jon.” Sock finished, pleased with his own creativity.
“No,” Jonathan deadpanned.
“But- but Jonathan! Give it a chance!” He whined, upset by the others abruptness.
Jonathan shook his head and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching and deciding he was done with this topic. He padded into his bathroom, starting with his morning routine.
Sock’s eyes were still staring intently at the pillow, squinting slightly before deciding: He was going to tease Jonathan all he wanted, he was a demon, after all. Shaking his head in conformation he uncrossed his legs, going to find Jonathan in the joint bathroom.
“So Jon, I was thinking we should-” He started, already floating through the bathroom door.
“Sock, I swear to god- just, shut up about the stupid nickname,” Jonathan was glaring intensely at the other, toothbrush halfway in his mouth, “Literally call me anything else, I don’t care.” He finished, turning back to his sink.
Sock crossed his arm in annoyance, nodding with a swift movement of his head before setting his eyes on Jonathan, looking at him through the mirror.
“Thank you,” Jonathan gave off a content shake of the head, retreating when he saw a smirk already on Sock’s face;
“Anything for you, Nathan."