Dishearted Writers Block..

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Dominique said as s h epaced back and forth in her room. She didnt have a lot of room to pace in there but it was easy for her since she didnt have her prothetic leg on. She walked back in forth like a tiger in a cage, eyes cast down as she paced. No one was in there except Nikuumo, who was watching her pace, raising an eyebrow.

"It's okay, Nique. Really." The demon replied to his neurotic creator. But the teenager shook her head, sitting down.

"I had time! I shouldve finished that! I shouldve made that chapter!"

"But you had writer's block. I was sitting in here watchin' you write and you couldnt."

The demon got up from the bed and picked Nique up like she was a child, putting her in teh bed. She blushed from being man handled and then just did what she always did when she didnt feel right; she covered herself up in the blankets and just laid there.

The room was dark and warm; perfect for these cooling nights. Nikuumo had come in every once in a while to check up on her and found it easy to come into her house; Momma Fambro had no problem with him. But of course, he never told her that he was a demon. He sat down on the bed next to her and petted her blanket covered head with his furry paw, his tail thumping against the side of the bed.

"Nique," he spoke up, golden eyes glowing a bit in the dark, "If you have writers block you shouldnt force yourself to write. Its normal. Just give yourself time and it will come to you. You cant always be on schedule. "

The girl was silent and then slowly nodded her head, sitting up. "I guess your right Nikuumo. Thanks."

The demon's only reply was a gentle hug, simling softly. She couldnt help but to smile back, giving him a hug of her own.