[ Starter for @mihkuls ]
Black heeled boots tapped across the lobby floor, back and forth. Back and forth. Her red hues glued to her phone held in her hands like it was a tiny precious lifeline.
Underneath a thumb was a contact that she had changed at least a dozen times-
After taking in a few more deep breaths she pushed the call button and headed out the front door to walk along the property of the hotel for a touch more privacy.
Hearing the ring, after the third ring she nearly hung up, anxiety gnawing at her gut like it did everything before-
@mihkuls [ muses can be such a struggle but I'm always happy to see you!!
And I'm managing, been hiding in books and in a different verse!
How have you been? ]
Can take a pick out of the few. Though probably not the duck one I feel like my dad is going to take that one.
Oh- maybe I shouldn't have said that? Nah..who cares if the king of hell takes a bubble bath? Bubble baths are amazing!"
Her expression softened at Angel's concern as she came to stand on the step next to him.
She knew he would refuse, he would insist otherwise and it wasn't from a place of wanting to just dismiss her offer.
"I really doubt Valentino would ever be caught showing up here at-
Home wif me. Jus' don't want him tryin' shit with ya is all—" He mustered the best smile he could, finally meeting her gaze.
"I owe ya one though, ain't eva gonna get used t' the fact ya care so damn much—" He chuckled half heartedly.
"You will never owe me anything, Angel. This is what friends are for..but if you really want to 'pay' me back.
Be honest with me." She replied, her tone gentle.
"..Come on, I may have went a liiiiittle crazy buying bath bombs and I could use some help using them up! You-
"Just because I know you can, doesn't mean I won't still offer. Sometimes it's nice having a back up or someone else to rely on, just in case you know?
And why? Is he going to get his thong strap knotted in a twist if my limo picks you up? It's ensuring your safety and-
Though his voice wavered as he bit his bottom lip. He hated his job, hated his boss, and hated who in time he'd become.
"Thanks fa t' offer but I ain't think V would be too happy about it— bein' picked up n' all..." He murmured, scuffing at the floor with the toe of his boot.