Page 71 of Demons Dig Donuts

What the fuck?

Indy was not in any frame of mind to process it.

He was dying, needed a way out soon, and Mr. Heiss still wanted him dead to take the ring and gain magical leshy powers. While it was massively complicated with a high potential for failure, Indy remained determined to fake enough confidence to survive and bullshit his way to freedom.

But the moments when Mr. Heiss acted like he gave a shit…

Those were the most complicated.

No amount of confidence could help how his heart fluttered in the wake of his memories.

You really are something.

Ugh.

Asshole.

Indy sat up, rubbing his eyes and kicking off the slippers. His head hurt, but he’d had much worse hangovers than this. He flexed his bare toes against the floor, yawning. “Whose dick do I have to suck to get coffee around here?”

Mr. Heiss appeared before him, holding out a to-go cup of coffee. His suit was black and red today, a deep shade similar to the color of blood. “Here. No fellatio required.”

“Hey!” Indy yelped and reeled back against the bed. “Come on! Warn a bitch! Fuck!” He tipped forward, wide awake now, but he still snatched the coffee away. “God, you’re such a dick.”

Mr. Heiss smirked. “Is that an upgrade from asshole?”

“I dunno. I like both in my mouth.”

“Charming.”

“Very.” Indy sipped the coffee. “Good morning. Hi. Hello. So, what fun adventures can we expect today? Tying me to some train tracks? Dangling me over a lake infested with alligators?”

“I have a business meeting and you will be accompanying me. We will be leaving shortly.”

“That’s it? Why not just leave me here?”

Mr. Heiss scowled. “Because the last time I thought I’d left you somewhere safe, you managed to escape and get two of my employees gravely injured. So, yes, you will be coming with me.”

“Isn’t that, like, the goal? Coming together?”

Mr. Heiss pinched the bridge of his nose. “How are you this insufferable so early in the morning?”

“Hormones.”

“Get dressed.”

“Can I please have access to my own damn clothes?” Indy wiggled his fingers. “My manicure also needs a refresher, so.”

“Do you really think I’m going to give you more weapons to use against me?”

“Big bad demon scared of my pinkie nail?”

Mr. Heiss grunted and snapped his fingers.

“Well? What? Still wearing Sonic and standing right here in front of you.”

Mr. Heiss cleared his throat.

Indy looked around to find a door beside the dresser that hadn’t been there before. He got up, still slurping his coffee as he opened it to find his very own closet there.