The angel landed gracefully on a cloud, keeping his smile. He made his way to the golden gate. "I'm back! I hope you missed me."

"You're late, Alfred," another angel with a irritated expression and busy eyebrows approached the first one. "Why do you always go save that boy? It's not like you to do that. Even if you take a liking to a particular mortal."

"I.." Alfred hesitated on his answer. Why did he save Ivan? What was the purpose? Did he like him? Surely not! He wasn't gay, was he? No, no..

The other angel sighed. "Nevermind that. Let's just go and report our findings. Oh, before that, be a dear and call Ivan for me. Tell him that noon is when his appointment is."

Alfred gave a thumbs up. "You got it, Iggy!"

"It's Arthur!"

"Whatever you say, Iggy!"

Arthur glared before opening up the golden gate. He, annoyed, slightly pushed Alfred towards the gate. Alfred laughed in response. After entering the gate, the first angel pulled out his phone and called Ivan.

"Hello?"

"Hey duuude!"