Madness: DxD

Fading Sunlight

The book's under my arm. Estir stands beside me in her human disguise, arms crossed, looking like she's personally offended by me.

Missy: I still find this form restrictive. My true shape would complement the skyline beautifully.

Y/N: Yeah, nothing says "low profile" like cosmic geometry hovering over Caesar's Palace.

Missy: You are excessively concerned with appearances.

Y/N: I'm concerned with not getting fighter jets scrambled at us.

Missy: They would not survive.

Y/N: Missing the point, sunshine.

She exhales dramatically, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt.

Missy: Very well. I shall endure this fragile imitation. For you.

Y/N: Well, well, well. You sure it's not you who wants the smooches?

Missy: Don't overthink it, Dearest.

Y/N: No need to be shy. I feel the same way.

Before she can answer, laughter echoes.

Six guys lounging near the overlook railing. Blue bandanas. Oversized jerseys. Tattoos crawling up their necks. Beer bottles sweating in the heat.

Sureño1: Ey, what we got here? Some viejo tryna watch the sunset?

Sureño2: That your granddaughter, old man?

Sureño3: Nah, bro, that's his nurse.

They laugh.

Haven't I hospitalized most of these morons?

Y/N: Hello, boys. Hate to interrupt your symposium. We'll need the cliff for a bit.

Sureño1: Need? You hear that? He said need.

Sureño2: This our spot, OG.

Sureño3: Yeah, homie, this Sureño territory. You gotta reservation or somethin'?

Y/N: I got a gun and a short temper. That's about it.

One of them eyes Estir up and down.

Sureño2: She don't look like she wanna be here, ese.

Estir leans toward me, whispering loud enough for them to hear.

Missy: May I dissolve them?

Y/N: No dissolving.

Sureño1: What she say?

Y/N: She said she's allergic to tacos. Might wanna back off before she snots at you.