After eating, Konya got up and left out of the dojo. On his way out the door, he looked over his shoulder to see the angel following him easily. Konya rolled his blue eyes, pulling on his hoodie.

“Are you seriously going to follow me while wearing that pink thing?”

Dareka pouted, putting his hands on his hips. “Yes! Now zip it and lead me to this records place!”

“You don’t act like an angel at all.” Konya said with a grumble, starting down the street.

“I… don’t?” He blinked, following. “Well, then… How do you think an angel should act?”

“I dunno. More holy-like?”

“Holy-like?” Dareka laughed after a moment. “Just what is holy-like?”

“Kind, sweet,” Konya answered, turning a lowered glare at the other. “Not all cry-baby-ish.”

“Cry- what!” Dareka stomped. “I do not whine like a baby!”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Oh!” Dareka crossed his arms, still following. “You’re such an annoying human!”

Konya just scoffed, starting to walk away.