“Perhaps. Why don't you get a drink?”
He asked while rubbing away at paint. Water dripping down onto his top as he smiles over at her.
the regular older men she means.
❝classic whisky. . would the pretty young angel like a sip?❞
asked the man. his lips curled into a smirk as his eyes wandered across her front.
such an accusation. he'll let it slide but really, he's just looking to help her out.
his word, he won't murder her. after all, it would be a sin to murder one of the divine's angels.
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a secret? not even if he. . promises to do whatever she would like.
no questions asked?
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