Warning: toxicity, language
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You were quick to emerge from the bustling crowd, feeling claustrophobic
under such circumstances. You emitted a harsh sigh, scrutinizing the skies for the angel who had already fled from the scene.
You huffed, rolling your eyes before trudging down the streets and crossing your arms over your chest.
As for Adam, he arrived at Sara's office accompanied by a sly grin. He didn't bother to knock as he whipped the doors open, simultaneously making his presence known with a reverberating thud.
"Heya bitch!~"
He shouted smugly, showing no remorse for the tranquil environment.
Sera gave a sharp glare in his direction, her concentration coming to a halt momentarily. Before she could respond, she was interrupted by the vigorous man slamming a paper onto the desk she sat before, slowly sliding it infront her with a cheeky grin.
"Seems to me heaven has chosen my music~"
He quipped cocking his head to the side as his hands strayed to his 'hips' to further express his smug demeanor
Sera hoisted the paper from the desk, bringing it before her face with a displeased expression, she sighed heavily.
"Adam, your name was written on here 16 separate times..."
She met his gaze with a glare of her own, hitting the paper with the back of her hand to exaggerate her comment.
Adam looked around the room awkwardly as he tensed, emitting a nervous chuckle before shrugging
"Adam is a common name, babes~"
He excused, composing himself to appear more convincing before the SERAphim, winning a grimace in response.
"Fine, as long as you won't keep coming to me to whine and complain..."
She responded monotonously as she relinquished the sheet from her grasp and upon her desk in order to stamp it to signify it's conformation before sliding it back to him with an unamused expression.
Adam smirked mischievously, taking the sheet into his hand and admiring it from multiple angles to boost his already impeccable ego.
"Fuck yea! Later whore!"
He immediately scurried out of the room whilst extending two hands beyond his head into rock-on gestures. Which, was admittedly extremely bold of him considering the fact that the gesture signifies devil horns.
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You basked upon a vacant bench, arms draped against the backrest whilst you thumped your foot rhythmically against the unblemished ground that accompanied the surounding environment. You observed the astonishing tranquil scenery... though the intensity of the sun hitting the clouds was displeasing, you'd add shades to your shopping list if you at least had an occupation to obtain some simple cash...
You shut your eyes and sighed heavily, rolling your head back against the bench. You heard a bit of commotion beside you, immediately prying open your eyes to see 'Dickmaster' with a smirk sitting beside you.
"Sup?"
He said bluntly, quirking his brows.
"...the sky?..."
You shrugged... causing him to let out a fuax laugh.
"Hilarious..."
He quipped sarcastically, narrowed his gaze subtly.
"Anyways, since you helped me out... I'll let you witness my amazing guitar skills at a concert..."
He hummed, his smug expression returning.
"I thought that was my way of paying you back for the drink?..."
You cocked a brow, a bit taken aback by the offer.
"...well, uh..."
He contemplated silently his gaze hooded as he frowned.
"..."
He came empty handed with an excuse... Maybe it was the fact you seemed so innocent? It captivated him. Not to mention just how gullible you are, manipulation is such a simple thing to accomplish with you around...
"I'm not one to complain..."
You eventually responded with a shrug of your shoulders, getting Adam out of his daze as he blinked a few times and nodded frantically to show his fuax acknowledgment.
"Well, uh... it's gonna be held at the venue downtown..."
He said, his smirk more sheepish at his momentary silence... awkward-
He stood up quickly, stretching his arms behind his back with a grunt
"Well, cya dimwit..."
He huffed, departing from the area... stranded again.
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