Angel practically skipped as they went back to the house. Till he was under the deck to grab the boards. His persona fell and he clicked at the predicament. Bending over to grab the boards. Alastor stared at him and he struggled not to bite his head off. His afternoon ruined. He was really looking forward to having sex with someone he wanted. Someone decent. Someone who wasn't paying him.
"Why did you come back" Alastor asked. Angel pulled up a board and shook it. Setting it against the rock hill the house sat on. "Whatdyuh mean, Vox is watchin. He'd get all uppity if he catches me 'cheatin' An he'd laugh at yuh if we were in an open relationship. So it's monogamy" Angel frowned so hard he was showing off his teeth. A subtle radio hum came from behind him and he looked over. Seeing Alastor pick up a board and place it on the hills wall.
"You're not having fun with me here... I shouldn't of come" Alastor spoke. Oddly low for himself. Angel stared at him. It wasn't true. He was having fun with Alastor. He had fun reading. Eating breakfast. Surfing was a lot of fun. He got to be close to him. Holding the man to himself and having Alastor hold on to him. Scaring him so bad he uttered Angels actual name. It had been so long since someone called him Anthony.
He reached a hand out then pulled back. Alastor looked at him and he looked away. Holding his arms close. He couldn't say it. It come of as desperate. Pathetic. Angel didn't want to chase him away. Scare him off with how stupid he was. He blinked at the sand, remembering something he saw in town.
"Ah wait here, I'll be right back" Angel told him, waving his hands. He ran out from under the deck and up the stairs. Moving to unlock the door. He ran into the house, untying his top and bottoms. He pulled them off. Rushing to their room. He tossed his suit on the towel he left on the floor. He pulled out his cloths. Throwing on his pink button up. He tied it under his breasts, pushing them up. He slipped on his pink shorts. He hurried out of the room. He looked in the mirror on the wall. Seeing his eyeliner was still on. Still shaped despite playing in the water.
He headed out. Locking the door and jogging down the stairs. He turned under the deck. Alastor stood with all the board uncovered now. He looked over at Angel, perking just a bit. Angel took a deep breath then made his way to the boards. He picked up two and held them together. Moving to pick up the other one.
"Do you know how to ride a bike" Angel asked. Tucking the boards under his arms. Alastor grabbed the last one. Holding it in the manor Angel was. "Naturally" he answered. Angel began walking and he fallowed. They came out from under the deck. Stepping onto their stage.
The surf rental wasn't to far from the house. So they didn't have to carry the boards far. Angel set his down with Alastor's. He looked over the masses of people. Seeing the bike rental near by. Angel gestured to it then made his way over. Weaving through people. Alastor didn't have the same problem as he did. Trying to get through crowds of people not paying attention. Or paying him to much attention. With the new outfit Alastor blended into the crowd. No longer sticking out and drawing attention. He kept pace with Angel. Crossing the street to another square building. This one with bikes in chains lined outside. A man stood outside with a hell hound. Angels weakness.
Angel tensed, forcing his shoulders back to try and relax. The hell hound looked at him. Dead on. Gosh it be so easy to rub himself all over that wall of muscle. But he couldn't. He turned his head away to the little soul standing by the bikes. An apron on them with the stores logo across the chest.
"Ah hey there how much for two bikes" Angel asked, doing his best not to look at the hell hound. He had a ripped shirt on and bleached stained jeans. He was easy but he sometimes forgot how easy. The soul tapped a sign that told the amount. They then held out their hand, holding their phone in the other. Angel dug into his fluff, pulling out the wad of cash he had. He took out the bills then put it back.
