Blue eyes glance over to the taller male as he speaks so matter of factly. Leading the way the angel in question huffed, down streets and sidewalk's until they arrived at a prestigious bakery.
"We're here."
“A God does not carry money. Lead the way.”
He’d play nice. The smack of her hair doing nothing but making his brow twitch. Hands slipping into his pockets.
And she saw him as nothing but a quick cake grab. Rolling eyes the angelic being flipped her hair to smack him in the face.
"Hope you got cash, Death god."
“Hmph. Very well. I will tolerate this nonsense. Decide where you wish to go.”
He wouldn’t look at it as anything other than business. That’s all she was. A God is not above even that.
A moment to breathe to collect his thoughts. He knew the Angel’s were difficult but this…
“. . .If I agree to such an incompetent request. Will you mind your tone and comply?”
"If you want your update you better get to buying me some fucking sweets, Stripes.
I'm not talking work when my blood sugars are at an all time low, bad for you if they hit zero."
There has been a time of peace and unification since I took over as protector of this world.
The time of witch hunting has long since passed. I assure you.