Sol raised a suspicious eyebrow at the smaller male’s retreating figure. Pulling out his phone, he called texted his sister,
“will be late, development”
Returning his bike to his parking place and removing his jacket, he glamoured himself and extended his jacket. Launching into the air, he sent out tendrils of magic through the air.
Time to hunt a little bluebird
Marx continued flying off, soaring as fast as he could, and given his four wings, he was able to fly quicker than most of his angels. "I have to get back home. I have to keep guarding here," he said to himself aloud, thinking the air pressure would have drowned out his voice. This comment was in regard to an old woman he'd been given the okay to guard until she dies. "I don't want to slip up and have her pass early. I can't risk it," he added, quieter now, realizing the comment he made wasn't drowned out by the wind.
Huh, a little angel. Unexpected. Sol thought.
Approaching the angel, Sol caught the last words he uttered. Ah, so a guardian angel. Usually they were… bigger. He followed for a bit longer, tracking their location with the streets below them. He really needed to meet his sister, but sue him, he was curious.
Dropping his glamour, Sol flew up beside him.
“Hey there, angel, where ya headed?”
"Ack- Y- Mmh… You again… I'm just heading home. I have a job to do," Marx replied. "Now please… leave me be. Your curiosity towards a mere stranger is rather worrying." Marx said that, and yet, he knew deep down that he needed interactions like this. God knows what would've happened if a person other than Sol had seen him here, and yet… He's nervous for some reason. A fun, thrilling kind of nervous.
Sol cocked his head. “I am curious as to why a little angel like yourself was on that side of town in a club alley,” he said with a smirk. “Your kind usually avoid such places, and it’s my business to know what happens in my territory.”
"E-eh… Well, yeah- I… I was just there to open my wings. I- I couldn't keep them retracted for as long as I did, y'know?" Marx said warily. "S-Sorry if I bothered you any, I- I just needed a small, quiet space to spread my wings. I'd kept them hidden for weeks now, and I couldn't put up with it anymore."
Nodding in understanding, Sol looked over at the angel. “I certainly know that feeling,” he said. “But you ought to be more careful, that’s not the… best part of town. i should know.”
"Noted. I-I'll stay outta there frow now on, then. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a woman to care for," he said, lifting his hands and dropping down to the ground in front of an old-fashioned house. The woman heard Marx plummet down and opened the door for him. By now, he had retracted his wings. He entered the house with the old woman, showing her his hands before entering so that she knew it was him.
Sol remained in the air above the woman’s house for a moment, then swooped away back towards the club. Maybe not worth the excursion, but at least the other male was cute. Landing in the alley from before, he retracted his wings and hopped on his bike.
Marx went on about his normal day, playing card games with the old woman he'd been assigned to guard, as well as a few other games, too. "I must go now. My… ahem family needs me," he said, lifting up his hands, the eyes on them opening, and a gurgle coming from his stomach. "Oh dear, it seems I'm hungry too. See you tomorrow, dear Myra." He left out the door and opened his wings, jumping up and taking flight.