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@MICHAELIS CLAIMONT Pizza? Simple enough. It would be a lot more time consuming than anything else but he did not mind. Anything to sweeten the angel up for tonight. “Pizza?” The elder repeated, ending with a gentle laugh. “Alright. What kind?” He then pretended to think about it for a second. “Actually- let’s do Sicilian.” Thankfully, the Dhamphiri was skilled in many things. It wasn’t just torturing souls that he did on his spare time. That would turn boring a little too fast for his liking.

Oh, this was actually perfect. The choices that the angel made had sweetened his plan much more than what he was originally expecting. They continued around the store, having little conversations here and there while grabbing the ingredients for their personal dinner later in the night. “I know that this is a strange question to ask but—“ Hirō chuckled to himself. “—Is there anything that an angel may be allergic to?” The hybrid could not help but to almost always stare down at the little angel before him. This little creature before him was absolutely stunning. No matter how many times they’ve met, he could not keep his eyes off of him. Especially with what they’ve worn today.

To say the least, it was difficult for Hirō to not ravage this little angel right there in that moment. On the inside, he was picturing every possible circumstance to rip away the innocence that bore into the angel. His hunger was rising. No matter, he could keep it together.

@AKATSUKI HIRŌ Mika made a surprised noise in the back of his throat and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the others response or the way he was looking at the angel, it made his stomach feel all fluttery and he hadn’t feel like that in forever, but before he could come up with his own response; the male was taking his hand in his own.

The angel was so caught up in his emotions that he didn’t realize what was happening, one minute they were walking and the next he was being tugged into the store with Hirō holding his hand and—oh—‘is he always this gentle?’ he wondered to himself as he stared down at their intertwined hands.

He couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated up as the fluttering in his tummy got even more intense, he really was too weak for skinship for an angel.

“My favorite is chocolate covered strawberries.” The angel responded, smiling bashfully at the taller male as he spoke, “and what if we had pizza? It’s not the most romantic but...it’s fun and outside of the box.”

@MICHAELIS CLAIMONT The dhamphiri was so wrapped up in his mind. Wondering how and what perfect time to execute all of this. Then, the perfect idea rolled into his thoughts. Could he convince to lay with this angel? Being a literal impure being, Hirō could surely… “It’s alright.” He looked down at the male, the look in his eyes softening. Hirō had felt like he won a prize, capturing the soul of a rare being. This were to be his first angel.



“You won’t have to worry about that tonight.” Hirō winked, following a gentle smug smile on his lips. He were to do this last good deed for this night. It was the least he could do for an angel that was about to be stripped of their wings. “I’ll make you any Italian dish you want.” Anything that could make the little angel happy in these moments. Hirō then looked up, stopping suddenly in his steps. “Oh—“ He turned towards the entrance. “—Sorry, we almost passed the store.” Reaching out, he grabbed the angels right hand in a gentle manner before tugging them to follow Hirō into the store.



He turned his head left to right, eyeing the labels above ground for each isle. “Ah…” He pointed to the right. “There.” And walked on. During this entire time, he never let the angels hand go; fingers firmly intertwined with his own. “I have some side dishing in mind but— Do you also have a sweet tooth? For dessert?” He asked, looking down at the other once again with the tug of a raised eye brow before looking forward again. Besides, The Last Supper would not be final without dessert.

@AKATSUKI HIRŌ Mika looked around the market, the basket on his arm wasn’t filled with much at all. Angels didn’t really need to eat, which means he wasn’t that good in the kitchen at all, not unless he was making small things like breakfast or ramen. He really was hopeless, but he also wanted to impress Hirō, the other seemed to know more about the kitchen than the angel himself.

He turned to the male, a little bashful smile tugging at his lips. “To be honest, I’m not that good in the kitchen.” He mumbled, itching his cheek shyly before he dropped his hand, sighing to himself. “But, I do have a taste for Italian cuisine. It should be the most easiest, I think. Plus for a first date, it’s cute.” His cheeks tinted a little as the words left his lips.

In truth, Mika had never done something like this. Went shopping for groceries with someone he liked. When he first met Hirō, he didn’t know he would take such a liking to the male, especially because he couldn’t really read him at all. He thought at first, that it should be a bad thing but after getting to know the other for a while, eventually it didn’t matter that the angel didn’t really know him.

It was nice to have someone that liked him back, someone that probably didn’t really care whether he was good at human traditions or not.

@MICHAELIS CLAIMONT Hirō found himself in a particular situation. The dhamphyr was out with an angel; not in a satirical form either. A real angel; and he was heavily plotting on many things to do to this heaven-sent creature. Hirō kept up an act for this angel for awhile. This angel was so blind to these things, making it so much easier for the other. Though, Hirō was beginning to get sick to his stomach with this good behavior. Surely tonight; things will begin its process.

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” He asked as he looked around the area; full of other souls. It was rather busy today. “We could have some sort of italian dish? Japanese, maybe?” Nonsense Hirō was speaking. The only thing he really cared about at this moment was defiling this little flower next to him. 



Michaelis. One of the most beautiful creatures the dhamphiri has laid his eyes on in a very long time. Hirō just /had/ to have him added to his collection; it was too great of an opportunity to pass up. “Is there anything you specifically have a taste for?” His amethyst orbs looked down at the angel, raising an eyebrow. Such a precious thing he had the honor to look at.