"Because...! Of the thing, I saw the other day! The white thing!" He protested. Adonael had gone to put the ingredients he pulled out for breakfast. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. It was strange how determined he looked, only to ensure that Ken won't go by himself. "It's too dangerous out there right now!" 

"Adonael...It's 9:45 in the morning...I doubt much will happen if I went off by myself." 

Adonael pointed at him, giving him a skeptical glare, "You never know. Trust me; you want me to go with you!" He pulled his shoes on and went out the door with Ken. 

Ken didn't have the heart to tell him that he hadn't taken off his pink apron. 

On their way to the convenience store, Adonael had begun chatting on the way. While Ken did have a headache from the night before, he didn't mind listening to Adonael talk. It was soothing. He let out a little chuckle, "You know..." Ken started, "You and Michael would have gotten along. You both talk way too much." He said. 

Adonael turned to look down at the buff man. Since they moved in together, they had been trying to work out more when they got home. Ken still had broad, solid shoulders and nice muscles in his arms, and while he did have a stomach from not working out his core for the last year, Adonael thought Ken shouldn't change too much. He would still be hopelessly in love with him whether he did or not. He smiled down at him, "I see...That's a nice thought. I keep looking at your pictures, and you two resemble each other. I'm wondering...Would you look like him without your stubble..." Adonael absentmindedly reached over and rubbed Ken's stubble. 

Ken stopped dead in his tracks. Adonael stopped with him, and they just stared at each other. Ken wasn't sure if it was the cold or if what Adonael had said got to him again, but he could feel his whole body heat up. Why did Adonael compliment him so much? Why had he wanted his body and his mind? His everything? Still...He couldn't bring himself to tell him anything back. So he just blushed. "Thank you, Adonael. I...You often compliment me, and I never know what to say." Ken took the time to stare at him, just like all the times Adonael had done to him. He smiled, watching Adonael's golden eyes sparkle, "Your eyes are gorgeous." He said back awkwardly. He couldn't find the right words to say, but with all the compliments Adonael had given him, he should give back, right?

Adonael watched as Ken struggled with his words. He gave him a smug look, "Gorgeous, huh?" He let out a small laugh, and Ken could feel his heart stop for a second. Adonael's dark skin contrasted so well with the cloudy skies. He looked like he was glowing with a heavenly light. Ironic, right? 

"You're adorable, Ken..." Adonael said a soft smile on his lips. Ken stared at him. Then promptly punched him in the arm. 

"AGH! OUCH!! What did I do!!" Adonael whined, rubbing his hurt arm. Ken glared at him, "...I wonder what."

When they got to the convenience store, finally, they split up to buy different things. Ken needed headache relief, and Adonael just wanted candy and snacks. Ken bought his stuff and waited for Adonael outside of the shop. He caught a look at the cigarettes on his way out and sighed. He remembered when he smoked a lot. When Michael was 9, he was probably...20. That was the year when their parents died, so Ken took him in. Michael developed horrible asthma over the year, and Ken had to quit. Sometimes he still felt the itch to smoke, but he knew better. He hadn't even smoked when Michael died. The look of disappointment etched into his brain. 

While Ken had been waiting for Adonael, standing in the way, he felt a bump. Whoever had bumped into him had made him drop his medication. "What the...Sorry!" He looked at the person who bumped into him. 

He stopped right at what he was about to say. He was going to scold the person, but when he saw them...I mean. What else could you tell if an Angel walked right before you? Medium-length platinum blonde hair, porcelain skin, and deep milky white eyes...The person was tall, probably about the same size if not shorter than Adonael, with a blank look on their face. Ken stared in shock at how someone this beautiful could be on earth. He quickly shook his head, "I'm sorry." He said. 

The person did not attempt to move. Honestly, it didn't seem like the bump affected them that much. They leaned over and picked up the medicine Ken had dropped, "Don't mind it...I carelessly bumped into you. I'm sorry." Ken was shocked. A surprisingly deep voice came from them. "No, really, I was so lost in thought. I should've paid more attention." The two stood there, staring at each other awkwardly. The person brought the bag up, holding it for Ken expectantly. Ken gently reached over and grabbed the bag from him, "Thanks!" He could feel his face flush with embarrassment. Ken heard a laugh coming from the person in front of him. The person had a slight smile on their face. "...You're cute." 

"Eh.." Ken could feel himself blush more. "C-Cute!" He repeated in shock. "Can I have your name?" They asked. Ken was a little shocked. But...This person was lovely, and how easily they complimented him felt nice. "Haha...My name is Kenneth. But you can call me Ken. And yours?" The person still had a smile ghosted on their face. Ken didn't know what it was, but...something was off suddenly. The whole vibe became heavy. 

"...You can call me Elijah." And perhaps it was just Ken's imagination or his hangover, but he could've sworn he saw their white eyes flash right in front of him.