forum Lunch with an Angelic side of Demons//Open
Started by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder
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@Fraust

"Phone?" Nathaniel cocked his head to the side slightly, clearly still confused. Neither T.V.'s nor phones existed in heaven, or if they did, he'd never encountered one. His parents were very against anything of that sort as far as he could tell.

@PaperHats business

Kace just obliviously bounced his head to the show. He was clearly more of a kid than any of them, despite being much older than the actual kid.
“Cielle can I have a pet demon?” he asked after a while, glancing over at the kitchen. “They seem fun.”

@GameMaster group

“I came here for a damn sandwich, Liserli. Not to deal with your bullshit.” Lillith yelled to Cielle in the other room. “I’m going. Maybe I’ll come back when you take care of your angel problem.” She pooped out of the kitchen, leaving a vague smell of strawberries.

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

"Kace, no. Our house would constantly be a war zone." Cielle said, shaking her head. "Damn, lilith was honestly a fun person to hang with." She muttered.

(So I was thinking that Lillith goes to other demons and tells them about her sandwich story and them being intrigued, they come up to grab sandwiches and stuff)(for that ti happen though, we would need a couple more demons and Angel's.)

@PaperHats business

Kace narrowed his eyes. “You’re no fun. Can I at least get a dog?”
He crossed his arms, turning his attention back to the cartoons, tapping his feet in tune with the songs playing.

@PaperHats business

Kace’s eyes lit up like Christmas, his full attention yanked from the screen. He looked like a child, smiling widely. “Really?? Can this little kid come with us? He’s pretty chill.”

@Fraust

"Hmm?" Nathaniel looked up when Kace referred to him. "Where are we going?" He asked, finally looking back over his shoulder at the others.

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

"We're going to get a dog. Wanna come?" She asked, getting off the sofa. "I'm just goina go change if you want to come, then just chill with Kace." She smiled and went upstairs. Peeling off her tank top and pants. She changed into a pair of jeans with an off the shoulder top. She grabbed a bagel and her wallet and came down the stairs.

@Fraust

"Uh, sure!" Nathaniel hopped to his feet and came over to Kace. "Bye miss Liserli!" He waved as they headed towards the door. "I'm gonna go buy something with the nice humans!"

@PaperHats business

Kace smiled at the little boy, ruffling his hair as they stood by the door. Kace was still dressed in his stunning attire: sweatpants and a T-shirt with a Queen album cover printed on the front. He pulled on his shoes, his happy demeanor seeming to get even more cheerful by the moment.

@PaperHats business

Kace slid in beside Cielle, his hands bouncing with excitement. He immediately turned on the radio right as Cielle started the car, blasting some old 80’s song. He began to sing along to it, drumming his fingers with a smile.

@Fraust

Nathaniel found the seatbelt and examined it for a few seconds. It took him a bit, but from some observation of the car, he managed to buckle himself in. His wings were a little squished against the seat, by he didn't complain.

@Fraust

"Um… I don't have anything with me that would allow me to do so." He shrugged, fidgeting with his seatbelt. "I know there's illusions and stuff that can hide them, but I dunno how to do those yet."

@Fraust

Nathaniel got out of the car and pulled the massive jacket on. It seemed to swallow his tiny frame, but it hid his wings, which was really all that mattered. "Thank you, miss! I promise I'll give it back!"

@Fraust

"My name's Nathaniel Windsor!" He was still smiling as they walked into the store. After a minute or two, he held onto her hand. "What's yours?"

@PaperHats business

“Windsor? That’s an awesome last name, little dude,” Kace said with a smile. “And you’re an angel? Even cooler.”
He said that last part more quietly so only the two could hear him. He walked up happily to the kennels, examining puppies of all kinds. His eyes rested particularly on one pup— a little terrier mutt misfit. He reached his fingers through the cage doors, cooing like someone would call to a baby.