Ranboo was the sky God's (Zeus) best angel. He followed the rules and was seemingly perfect. That is, until he found out that one of the things he does is actually considered against the rules, and gets him cast out of the heavens.
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Much shorter...
A saw a boy my age clomp down the stairs, into the room Phil and I stood in. A tall boy a few years older with pink hair walked down the stairs behind him.
"Who the fuck is this?" The shorter one asked. "Tommy, be polite. This is Ranboo. He's going to be staying with us for a while." Phil said. "Why?" "Because he-"
"Who is it?" Another bit with brown fluffy hair asked as he walked in from upstairs. Phil exhaled. "His name is Ranboo. He is going to-"
This time, I'm the one who cut him off.
"They." I said. He tilted his head. "Pardon?" "I-I also go by they...and he." I pressed my lips into a thin line, fiddling with my hands. "Oh, ok! That's nice! I'll make sure to call you that." Phil smiled. A small smile crept onto my own face at the fact he's ok with that.
"But anyways, Ranboo is going to be staying with us for a little while...more like a very long time." He chuckled. "And...why? Like I already asked." The blonde one, Tommy, said.
Phil glanced at me and I nodded.
"Their parents are deceased and they don't have a home." He said. I nodded to confirm. "Oh..." Tommy said.
It was quiet for a moment.
"And this is Ranboo's cat named Kat with a K." Phil pointed to the floor where Kat was sitting beside of my foot. "You named your cat...Kat?" The pink haired one asked. I nodded.
"Oh! Your leg and arm! I nearly forgot!" Phil gasped. "Here, come sit." He put his hand on my back and led me into a sitting room and let me sit down. Kat came over and curled up in my lap.
I sort of zoned out for a while. I was tired and in pain.
"Ranboo?" Phil snapped his fingers in my face. "You alright? I've said your name three times." He said. I nodded. "Sorry." I said quietly. "Well, your ankle is just sprained so it will be fine in a couple of days, now can I see your arm?"
I nodded, sitting up more straight. I now noticed that the three others were now in the sitting room chatting with each other. I was glad they weren't watching me.
"Can you...take off your hoodie? So I can actually see your arm?" Phil asked. "O-Oh, uh, sorry." I said.
I tried to take my arm out of my sleeve as painlessly as I could, but it hurt bad when I moved it. I had no trouble with my other arm, though. I shifted slightly in my seat to where nobody would be able to see the small wings sticking a few inches out of my back.
I held my arm out for Phil.
"Oh! You have a tattoo! Looks great!" Phil said. I looked down at my wrist seeing my Cupid mark. I had forgotten about that, and I also subconsciously figured it would have disappeared when I fell.
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"What's it supposed to be, Cupid?" Phil asked. I nodded. "Neat."
Tommy leaned over to look at it.
"You're old enough to get a tattoo?" He asked. I shrugged. "How old do you have to be to get one?" I replied. "Eighteen." "Oh, well, I'm seventeen." I said. "So how'd you get it?" "Shush, Tommy, leave them alone."
I let my mind wander to keep my thoughts off of the pain in my arm as Phil moved it.
"Ah!" I yelped as I felt a sharp pain in my arm as Phil moved it the wrong way. "Oh- sorry, mate." He hissed through his teeth. "I think you may have slightly cracked your bone. If it's kept still and rested well it will heal up on its own in a week or so." I nodded.
"I will be right back. I'm gonna go get your a sling or at least something to wrap your arm with." Phil said. He then left and it was anxiously quiet.
"So...where are you from?" The one with brown fluffy hair asked. "Uhm, I don't- know?" I but my lip. "You don't know where you're from?" He asked. "That is what they just said, dipshit." The one with pink hair replied.
Kat began to nuzzle her nose under my good-armed-hand that rested on my leg. I gently stroked her in silence.
"Woah, wait, your eyes are cool! I just noticed that they're two colors!" Tommy said. "Oh, thank you." I smiled. I figured they looked scary. "What's that called, Heterochromia?" He asked, looking at Techno. "Yes, it is." Techno confirmed.
"Sick. That's cool, though. I've never heard of someone with Heterochromia having a red eye. It's usually, like, green or blue or brown, but red? That's cool." He said. "Thanks."
Phil then came back and wrapped my arm up so I couldn't move it much at all.
"There, all better. You'll be using that arm again in no time!" He said. "Thank you." I slightly nodded.
He looked at me for a moment.
"Don't you want to take off your mask?" He asked. I shook my head. "No, I'm ok." I said. "Are you sure? It's the it hard to breathe?" "Mhm, I'm ok."
It was a little harder to breathe, but I didn't want them to see my sharp fangs.
Phil looked over at the three others.
"Boys! Have you three even introduced yourselves? Maybe when I was gone?" He asked. The looked back and forth from each other. "Mercy, you three introduce yourselves. I'm gonna go make some food."
Phil then walked off, and I put my hoodie back over my head so I wouldn't be worried about my wings showing.
"So, uh, I'm Tommy." The youngest waved. "Wilbur." "Techno." I just nodded, as there wasn't really anything I could say.
"So how'd you get so hurt? You fall off a cliff or something?" Techno asked. I quickly thought of a lie. "Someone, uh, shoved me down some real steep steps. I caught myself with my arm and that's why it's messed up, and my ankle just got twisted I guess." I lied. Techno nodded.
Mow
I looked down at Kat who was now sitting up and facing me, pawing at my shirt. I petted her, squishing her face.
After a few more minutes of silence, Phil's voice called through the house.
