forum "I'll take your heart out with a spoon." OxO // CLOSED

Started March 08, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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"None of your business is what it's about. What do you mean, 'I don't seem like the type to relax?" Simon looked at him.

Razielle arched an eyebrow at the Angel, his cheek squishing into his hand as he looked up at him. "Considering what you just did in the past 24 hours or so, for some reason, calmly reading a book by a window like a Hollister model doesn't fit you shtick." He said, straightening and gently pulling one of his wings towards him, gently preening it, pulling out any dead feathers and checking to see how badly broken bones were "as long as you're not attacking me or any unfortunate soul who comes through that door, I'm not complaining. Just thought we could have some small talk instead of very akward silence."

"And what are we going to talk about?" he asked, only half paying attention. Spook jumped up on the couch and took residence on the boy's lap. "And a Hollister model? Really?" Then, sarcastically, he said, "Do you think I'm that pretty?"

He shrugged "don't know, I don't know anything about you other than what you told me up there." He shrugged and smiled down at Spooks, lightly petting her head. He laughed lightly, a light blush on his cheeks "believe it or not, yes. At least when you're not angry at everyone and trying to kill them." He lightly booped the Kitty's nose "so how'd you get these two lovely creatures?"

"Found them on the street. I thought they were cute so I brought them inside. They're allowed to come and go as they please, but they both prefer the air conditioning." He flushed slightly at Razielle's compliment but kept his nose in his book so as to hide it. "Jack just stays in the sink all day. He recently figured out how to turn on the faucet. Spook mostly sleeps."

Raz chuckled lightly "cats are facinating little things." He chuckled, wrapping his better, less damaged wing over the cat and making sure she was comfortable in his lap "and what about you Abrochrombie and Fitch? What interesting things do you do whild residing in Earth? Well, besides brood and sulk half the time."

“Don’t call me that,”he said, irked. “Mostly I read. Or I paint, sometimes. Watch TV with my cats. Nothing interesting.”

A sly smile crossed Razielle's features. He knew he could never fight Simon physically so any chance he got to annoy him and repay his previous actions, he'd take. But just in case Simon's sanity was tipping, Razielle decided to stop for today. "That's cool, certainly more interesting than what other people have to they do in their free time."

"And what do other people do in their spare time, riddle me that, Razielle. I doubt it's any less interesting than me." Simon glanced at him, then out the window. "What do you do in your spare time, huh?"

"you'd actually be surprised how mundane human activity is. Though some do take some risks every now and then." He shrugged meeting his gaze for a moment. "Me? Uhm, well I like going to the lake or beach. I don't really do much after work, mostly try to relax."

"I hate the beach. It's my least favorite place on the planet. What do you like about water? It just gets my feathers wet. Takes forever to dry. And the sand! I can't get rid of sand. It sticks everywhere, like glitter. A month and a half later, it's still in my house." They shuddered. "Ugh."

He laughed lightly and nodded "yeah that's true, sand is such a nucance but I like the water, it's pretty and feels nice, just feeling the waves trying to pull you in. And the cool breeze through your feathers feels good." He smiled softly, "besides, there's nothing like the sunsets and sunrises over the water, not even in heaven."

Simon shrugged. "I hate the sun. Darkness is much more appealing. Why would anyone want a beam of light shining into their eyes? And it's so hot outside sometimes. Nighttime is cool, and there are less people outside to bother you."

"you just love sucking the life outta things, don't you?" Raz snapped, shooting Sumon a glare. He shook his head and sighed "Though nights on beaches are nice too. Maybe a bit too cold but blankets are a thing for a reason." He reasoned, curling up comfortably on the edge of the couch and using one of his plucked feathers to play with Spooks

"I didn't ask to be sent to the most life-sucking place on earth, buddy." Simon tucked his legs under his butt and watched Razielle play with his cat out of the corner of his eye. "I don't know why you're so surprised, anyway."

"none of us did, Simon. But instead of complaining, some of us try to find the good in things." He rolled his eyes in annoyance and tickled the cat's muzzle with the tip of his feather, pulling away quickly as she playfully swatted at Razielle. "I don't know either, guess I thought there was something hidden behind all the brooding and loathing, guess I was wrong."

"Maybe there is, and I just don't like you enough to show it," they said impishly. "Don't take it too personally, love." He turned the page and resumed reading.

Razielle scowled but kept his face turned away. "I don't really care if you like me or not. Just as long as we don't tear each other apart in the next week or so I'm fine with staying mutually uninterested in any bond with you. Just as long as we can go back home soon." He offered a tight smile before laughing when Spioks managed to get the feather from him. "And as long as these two are coming with us to heaven." He added on

Simon blinked. He was surprised Razielle thought he was going to make it back into heaven, although he tried not to show it. "Obviously they're coming. Spook would have a conniption if I left her behind."

Razielle bobbed his head in a nod. "Right. And we would want that, not for Spooks or for Jack." He nudged the cat's head with his hand, smiling softly and she settled back in his lap with her new found toy. He glanced over at the clock and sighed softly "I should probably get going, it's getting pretty late." He said, gently moving Spooks to the couch and standing, a few more feathers falling from his wings as he moved.

"Did I do that?" he asked, pointing to the feathers drifting to the carpet. "Like, is that from me breaking your wings?"

"Hm?" Raz turned in place and glanced down at the feathers littweigg the ground. "Some of them, mostly the darker ones, probably, some might be from the fall or from the stress." He shrugged, ruffling his wings to shake out any more loose feathers before scooping them up into his arms.

"Interesting. Why don't you ask one of the angels to fix it?" He put down his book, spine up and pages open on the floor.

He shrugged "they don't really come here unless it's a true emergency like Earth shattering or something." He sighed softly "I'm glad my injuries intrigue you." He laughed softly and arched his wings slightly so the Spooks wouldn't paw at them.

Simon flushed. "They don't intrigue me," he hissed. "I was trying to be nice." They bit the inside of their cheek and picked the book up off the floor.