Adam was the most laziest person, or should you say angel, you have ever met. He complained that he was bored and wanted to do something fun. You told him that he could play with the fat cat you saved named Gary, help around with chores to which he makes everything a hassle to do, or just draw for the time being. All these options were set before him in a nice silver platter, yet he complains and calls his mortal roommate with a small business a lazy ass hoe.

"Dude. It's either that or sleep." Your goal was to finish your sixth blueberry goose stuffie, for an order of course, he was ruining your mood and soon ready to quit."It's only day four, Adam. Monday morning, too."

He didn't give a shit. Mother fucker was bored. He was to the point he might as well kill all your neighbors. You lived in a complexed small apartment complex filled with retired elderly folk. It is the cheapest and safest area around.

Adam glares down at your batch of Mango Kangaroos stuffies, picking up one to examine "Who would want to buy this shit? Fucking ugly and boring as fuck." He tossed that poor Kangaroo stuffie at the wall, soon falling onto the floor after impact.

Seeing this, you frowned "People in fact, do buy them. And it's a hobby that I enjoy doing." The small Kangaroo was set gently into the stack of its other Mango Kangaroo companions, safe from Adam himself. "Please leave them alone. That includes abusing them, like you did just now to that Mango Kangaroo there."

"Like if it feels pain." He snorts, looming over his mortal roommate that finishe off the last stuffie. He thought that one was ugly, too.

Setting it into the box with all the other orders, taped and labeled, return your full attention to the stubborn high ego angel. You were done with today, and now you could do other things.

"How is your wing?"

"Peachy." He snaps, showing that it was not fully stained with gold blood like the other few days, stretched out his other wing towards the ceiling. "Itchy as shit thanks to your awful cleaning job. Fucking prick."

He seemed to forgot what occurred when he acted up on you while fixing his wing the other day. Luckily, due to your long-lasting patience, decide to leave him be and not re-correct his mistake. Finding his wing in a better condition left the mortal to smile happily. A work in progress within little time. Not long glanced towards the time; it was, in fact, afternoon time.

"Oh? Well, I'm going to cook up lunch then. Anything you like to ea-?"

"Medium rare steak, garlic seasoned mash potatoes with onion chives on top WITH gravy, and might as well sautée some onions and mushrooms to top off the steak." Adam said that so quickly, as if he were back in heaven with many of his servants, kept thinking on to have with that meal."OH! And a margarita! Gotta have that for one fucking amazing meal!!"

That wasn't lunch. That was simply a full-on main course dinner meal. Bonus, you didn't have steak nor potatoes at the moment. You need to go shop for more things later on. Yet, you weren't making all that. Hell no.

Sighing, due to being the only one who does everything for two people, walks past Adam that drools over his dream meal. Once in the hallway, you slowly stripped off your large comfy jacket, set it on the jacket hanger near the front door, and then walked back to wash your hands before preparing your lunch.

You felt like cooking up some mini steak phillies. This would satisfy Adam cause it has some veggies in it but would swap the steak with bacon and chicken. Either way, it will turn out good.

By the time Adam stepped back into the living room, thinking of watching some TV as he waits, decides to bombard his mortal roommate. He just sat down at the bar, slouching over onto his clawed hand cheerily. He was going to be their the whole time.

"Nice tits.~"

Unknown to him, and knowing you're wearing a tank top, too, had placed some ear buds in each ear. Listening to your Pandora shuffle list. Rocking out to Beggin by Manskien.

Adam was going to ask for some water from the fridge, lazy fucker of course, only to go wide eyed in disbelief and shock. The moment his mortal roommate turns around, jamming out to who knows what, his eyes catch a glimpsed of a huge ass moth tattoo on their back. No color but was overly detailed and shaded in various black ink.

"..Holy mother of fuck.."

This angel had a thing for women in tank tops, cooks fucking well, hidden dominate side, and sexy ass tattoo chicks. He had a list of what women on his list should check off, and by golly, this mortal was beginning to check off each box...

Adam couldn't stop staring. "God damn women shit!" he failed to notice his nose bleed, flustered by the sight as gold blood drips off his very chin endlessly.

By the time lunch was prepared, did you find Adam staring dead at you, unsure of why he looks so uncomfortable and flustered, hand him his lunch.

To your surprise, he didn't complain. He straight up at it like it was once again the holy grail.

"How long till the wing is fully healed?"

He took two bites of his sandwich. "About another week." To which shoves it all into his mouth, once again licking off the leftover crumbs, not long asked you a question."Why? Are you sick of me already, sweet cheeks?"

Sweet cheeks? Adam never once called you by your actual name, and he comes up with this nickname? Weird.

"Not really. You kinda keep the place alive, ya know?"

"Alive?" Adam was looking towards the calendar set on the fridge, a pink crown set for tomorrow on it, now he was curious."What are you planning to do tomorrow? Boring shit again, right?"

You smile, kinda nervous about it, but excited too. "Oh nah, I'm booked tomorrow, actually. Got myself a coffee date."

Adam almost choked on his water, yes, not alcohol, processing the words that came out of your mouth. He heard that right....right?

"A-A date?!"

"Yeah! He is a cute guy, and he seems like a good guy to date, too!"

He grimaced slightly, not liking the idea "Do you even know this guy? What if he setting this up to, I don't fucking know, kill you or something?"

"He saved my life and Gary's! So yeah, he is a good guy." You sip your orange juice, flushed up in the cheeks by thinking of Lucifer."I don't know him, but I'm sure he is the one Adam. I can feel it in my gut."

The angel didn't like this. He knows you pretty much check off his list of what he wants in a woman. He sees that now. He is just mad that someone already has his mortal roommate asked out on a date. He was jealous and sorta pissed off.

"I think we could do some hamburger helper tonight." You chime out, finally opening a cat of tuna for Gary to eat too.

Before you could even set it on the ground, near the door of the padio, you find yourself being twirled around by the angel. Not long he chants this weird spell to which a tattoo of angel wings was temporarily etched into your right wrist. The burning sensation was horrible but dulled out after he released you.

"What the fuck Adam?!!"

"It's for your own mother fucking protection!" He crossed his arms, a hint of sass and seriousness in his voice too "Think of this as your protection charm from all these evil blood sucking fuckers. You can thank me later, sweet cheeks."

Gary, the fat orange cat, comes waddling out of its cozy box. Ignoring the the two to only mew for their food. The cat was hungry.

You smile, setting it down to pet the now happy cat, then deeply frown upon the angel. This is simply over the line.

"The day your wing is fully healed, I want you gone!"

This hit him hard. It grew a tad worse as he watched you stomp towards your room, most likely resuming your business duties.

He stood there, like an idiot, to only glare down at Gary. Mewing and meowing up at him.

"What you looking at you fatass furball?"

Gary meows back as a reply. That is all he could do other than purr.

A single clawed hand rubs his temple, irritated yet understood what he did wrong "Oh fuck me.." he didn't know how to fix this, yet he knew a way to a women's heart sorta.

Gary follows him into the kitchen, in as his human self with armor, watch as Adam did try to fix his mistakes.

°•○•°Eight hours later°•○•°

You manage to work out your frustration by channeling it through your work. So much was done within little time, well, hours. Everything was neatly set away and ready to be shipped to their new homes.

Looking at your wrist, a golden angel wings tattoo, begin to trace the golden lines softly. It was pretty yet uncalled for..

"Fuck. I'm starving."

It had been a while. So you planned on some canned spaghetti for dinner. Kinda gross but will do for now. Once you opened the door, however, it almost tripped over a plate of freshly made food. Neatly displayed for you to see. Even a vase of tulips was there, too.

"Oh my.." kneeling down, just to pick up the folded letter, glanced down the hall to find it all dark instead.

As gently as you could you open it. Everything was written sloppily. However, it was readable..

Hey there, roomie.

So I messed up big time, my fucking bad, so I took it upon myself to cook you some dinner. My bad if this shit tastes horrible. Cooking isn't my thing, ya know?

Enjoy sweet cheeks,

Your rad flashy angel A.K.A Adam

"Hmm.." You eyed the food, seeing it was just a plate full of jambalaya, not long give in to hunger."I guess I can forgive you...for now."

Taking a second, setting the letter into your dresser, begin to bring in everything from outside your door. It was nice of Adam to apologize for cooking you some food. It was, in fact, though you been cooking more than him, delightful. Very savory, too.

Setting your alarm you thought about tomorrow. Will it turn out great? Is he the one for you? Is this man a living green flag? Who knows.

You deeply wish it will turn out well, which will if no one interferes, soon falling asleep on a full stomach.

The tattoo Adam saw on your back!!^^^