"I think we could walk little more.. Flying would be faster but I
dont know if You can make it in your... well medical state" Corin
seemed worried again, the wing that wasnt supporting Requiem
Flapped with worry
"We.... could let go of each other.-?" Corin asked, ready to pull
his wing away. He didnt want him to not know wat to do. that was
usually the part he´d fill in just fine. Yet this time his
nervousness seemed to fade a little more than usual
"Oh.. my apologies. I assume that we just walk then.. its not very
far from here so walking is an option too" he smiles sweetly, like
always his smile seemed so very soft
He smiled softly "dont talk that much... you´ll collapse again...
Lets just get you back to my place." he muttered softly, walking
back towards his own home, a small house , could even be mistaken
as an appartment. But he was fine with it, it reminded him of his
home while he was still on earth
Gate jumped off the fountain and started her pace towards the woman
calling her name. It was Horoya, the angel that spies for her, or
so Gate hopes.
"Yes, hello. My spy hunting just began, so," She frowned intensely
at Horoya's face, "What's got you all up in the clouds?" she asked,
her eyebrow raised. She tapped her foot repeatedly as she waited
for a response.
I may seem like a bunch of useless text, but I LIVE HERE and I
don't welcome visitors >:(
The mysterious woman followed gate, her large ravens wings flat
against her back “oh, this person looks like trouble” she murmured,
her yellow eyes focusing on her and only her
Shifting from his desk, Raphael dusted off his hands and nodded to
himself. The next task would undoubtedly be the most difficult one.
With a strained grunt, Raphael scooped up a stack of papers, the
height of which threatened to take away his vision. Time to make
the rounds, handing out the usual paperwork to various different
departments and sections, chasing after late forms and overdue
reports along with filing in some of his own reports with the
higher-ups. While he knew that he was intelligent, he was not very
physically gifted and lugging around these stacks of paper was a
bit of a struggle. But nonetheless, Raphael got to work the sight
of the angel with a heavy armful of paper a familiar sight by this
point.
A poorly disguised demon looked at him, and grinned as he held out
a wing, and crashed it into the stack fo paper “oopsies, anyways
gotta go. So sad too bad I can’t help” he grinned, looking into
raphaels soul
Due to the unfortunate reality of having a wing sweep through the
stack of papers blocking his sight, Raphael walked straight into
the feathery appendage, clotheslining himself in a spectacular
fashion. Landing on his back with a muffled omph, Raephael
hissed as his own wings were pressed uncomfortably against his
back. "At least hand in your paperwork on time!" He yelled back,
rolling over to at least catch a quick glimpse of the angel who had
knocked him over.
Requiem walked in, and rested on the couch “close the door, shut
the curtains. I have something to show you” he said, closing his
eyes
The poorly disguised angel chuckled, and waved his red wings “Oh,
my paperwork is on time done and done” he said “but yours won’t be
turned in on time, hmm?”
"Right-" he nodded, quickly doing so.. He wonders why he should
shut the door, It seemed. A little Strange really, but he trusted
him enough to do it, sitting down next to him once he was done
He slowly turned his skin red, and horns sprouted from his black
hair “this is me. I’m a spy, but I don’t want to be” he ssid,
sighing as his tail waved slowly “especially if it means I have to
hurt you. But if I don’t report too Lucifer, he’ll kill me and
whoever persuaded me”