"Whatever you feel most comfortable in." Harp replied neutrally. There was no point in influencing Bel any further.He had already shot the poor guy with one of his arrows. Perhaps it would wear off soon. Harp wondered if Bel knew he was under a spell or not. At any rate, he wasn't the type of person who needed to be waited on hand and foot.

Soon, Harp's walking stopped as they were on the roof. He raised a single hand in the air to have it kissed by the chilly wind. Harp loved the rooftop already. The air smelled of gasoline and sesame. The sun was high in the sky, partially obscured by the clouds. the floor had cracks and gum marks, but it didn't make it any less breathtaking. Harp could see the city skyling, and he realized that the city was very big. There looked to be huge towers made of shiny material and big, round colorful circles in the air. "Bel!" He called, pointing to a billboard. "What is that?"

It was a movie promo. It was digital, so there was a video going on. There were two young men. One had stunning white hair, while the other had more of a dark black. There were many wolves in the background, and it looked like they were in a forest. Harp noted it read, 'Wolfprint- In theaters now!".

"You know, Bel... You're not a real bad guy." Harp thought aloud.

Bel was quiet as they reached the rooftop. He seemed to be quite content with the chilled breeze that rolled off of him like it was nothing. The view of the city was as stunning as always, he felt it was a pity the sun would not be setting for a while yet! His blue eyed gaze was caught by a bird as it flew past them, a rather large raven. It had what appeared to be a pair of broken sunglasses in its beak. Suddenly a soft snort would escape him as he lifts a free hands to tug his hood back up over his head, turning his attention towards where Harp was pointing.

"Its a movie advertisement." He states, now smiling faintly. "You have not been to the human world much, have you? We should go see it later, there were some really good reviews on it in the newspaper." Bel found... he was quite comfortable with this. What 'this' was? Bel himself was not quite sure. Maybe it was just being around Harp that he liked now because of the magic. The company was nice though, he would admit. He never usually wanted to go see human movies. He only got hair dye because he really disliked his hair.

Suddenly Bel's stomach would let out a low rumble of hunger, the demon just shakes his head, a bit of a blush coming upon his cheeks. He slowly sucks in a sharp breath, exhaling with a bit of a laugh. "Harp, Harp... What do you plan to do now that you've got me?"

"A movie advertisement, huh?" Harp hadn't hears of it before, but it seemed fun. He nodded like he knew exactly what Bel was talking about. In all seriousness, he was acting. When n the academy, he would pretend to pay attention all the time. It was easy, and Harp could just smile and nod. He had one of those faces.

At Bel's question, Harp paused. "Have you ever heard of black wings?" Harp responded after a while. "Well..." A dark look crossed his features. "They can only be attained with the help of a demon. I can kiss my chance of white wings goodbye, buy I'm going to fly one way or another."

The pink-eyed angel sighed.

"Want to fly that badly, hrm?" Bel mutters, shaking his head a bit. Though something else popped into his head as he spoke. "What was your mission, exactly? From the looks of it you were getting really close to it. What happened exactly?"

With a tilt of his head, the hood follows in an easy motion, a few loose strands of hair falling into his face. He really did not seem to mind though, focusing upon Harp rather expectantly waiting for an answer. He couldn't quite remember what had happened then. Only that his heart was beating to rapidly and so loudly he couldn't hear anything else... At least until he suddenly snapped back awake. He didn't like having to ask Harp questions at the moment. The angel could easily lie to him and he wouldn't even be able to tell the difference.

At Bel's question, Harp said nothing. The angel just stared out into the distance, examining the world around him. The city skyline was very nice. It almost looked like a painting. Finally, the cupid focused his gaze on Bel. He gave him a blank look. There was little point in lying, but less reason to tell him the truth.

"It was..." The pink-eyed angel crept closer to the lovestruck demon. He wrapped their hands together. Tenderly, he kissed Bel's hand.

"It doesn't matter, but you deserve to know. I think it does..." Harp paused once more before taking a deep breath. The city smog was foreign to his pure lungs and airways. He tugged at Bel, bringing him closer to the edge of the rooftop. "I'll tell you once we're on the ground." With that, Harp gave a final tug, sending both him and Bel over the edge and into free fall.

Bel should have payed more attention to his surroundings, but it all felt so dulled out now that he had calmed down and his heart was no longer beating so rapidly. He didn't even notice that the angel had pulled him over to the ledge. The kiss Harp had placed upon his hand felt like a small inferno, it was all he could focus on... at least for a few moments before the angel gave one last tug! And over the ledge they went. No scream or panicked noises escaped him as they started to a fall downwards.

Bel spent a deal of time on rooftops. He liked to watch the sun rise and set. He liked it more though when it was dark and rainy. It was only natural though that he had jumped from them from time to time, a fall like this was fatal to humans. But he wasn't human, nor was Harp. But did the cupid have something else in mind? He had been talking about black wings before... but the demons mind was still in quite the haze... all he could think about was Harp smashing into the ground. Which was not a very pleasant thought currently, though it might have once been. He didn't even have the time to think about any humans that might spot them like this, either.

Though instead of flipping his lid like he so wished, he sucks in a sharp breath and holds on tightly to Harp. "Do you have a plan, or did you just throw us off the roof for fun?" He mutters out, obviously having a backup plan... just in case.

The angel did nothing but smile. He expected Bel to be fine with jumping off a building- even one that was easily ten stories high! He was met with the desired result. WHat did a great demon have to fear? Other than what Harp had been assigned to, that is. No demon could stand up to THAT. Not even one of the Archdemons the Seraphs managed to capture. And Bel didn't seem like an Archdemon to him anyways.

Harp breathed out carefully. He was going to try and summon some kind of flight device, something similar to wings. Though in all honesty, he had pulled Bel into this on a whim. Harp wasn't even sure he could come close to pulling this off. Focusing the heavenly soul manifested in his body, Harp tried to materialize wings. There were those that fashioned them out of a metallic substance, or even out of pure, glowing energy, but Harp wanted the good old-fashioned avian type. However, after a few seconds of attempting to summon them, he realized that he just couldn't.

It was like throwing someone who had lived their whole life on a tropical island on a cold mountain and telling them the only way to get down was to ski. IN other words, it was nearly impossible. There was a small, less than fathomable chance that Harp could have, but he was not an exceptional soul. He was a cupid. "I... I don't think I can-" But before the angel could finish his sentence, there was a flash of light. Something hit the two, slowing their descent. Whatever the thing was, it was incredibly fast. It struck from all directions, but its blows didn't hurt.

"Harp... Just turn him in..." A male voice echoed, before the two hit the pavement roughly, but much softer than if the being didn't interfere.

"Don't think you can wh-" Bel is cut off the moment he sees the flash of light. Something would hit them, though it didn't hurt. He faintly noticed they were falling much slower than they normally would be... which was a good thing, since he assumed whatever Harp had tried to do had failed. On some level Bel was thankful to whatever had slowed their fall, but at the same time was rather irritated. It hadn't even been a full ten minutes. And Bel still wanted to know what Harp's mission was.

The demons thoughts were brought to a halt as he promptly slams into the concrete along side Harp. His head promptly bounces right off of the sidewalk, some skin on the side of his face swelling red. He likely had some other minor scrapes elsewhere, but it was hard to tell with his clothing. And one of his shoes fell off, too. BUT he really didn't seem to care about any of that. In fact, he had a rather irritated look upon his face as he looked towards Harp.

"They never really listen... and you -really- need to tell me what they sent you to do. Whatever it is, it is obvious they are not just going to let this go." Bel rumbles out, already pushing himself back up on slightly shaky feet.

Harp nodded with a little bit of urgency. The sidewalk had many cracks in it, and there were many shops around them. However, the angel couldn't spot anyone that saw them fall... er... ump off the building. He was a little bit dizzy from the fall, but loved the buzz it gave him. He frowned at the red mark on Bel's face, reaching out to run the smooth of his hand alongside it. It was very warm. His smile cracked. "'I'm sorry..." He mumbled, sheepishly.

At Bel's question, he sighed. He stood up, and grasped Bel's hand in his own, helping him up. "My mission...?" He asked coyly, but soon pursed his lips together. It wouldn't be right to make Bel wait for much longer. He observed the shops around. There was a cafe, a toy store with adorable little cotton animals sewn together overseas, a book store with countless pieces of paper, and so many more. The smell of tobacco smoke, gasoline, and hot dogs polluted the air and for the first time, Harp realized they were in a huge city. As a few seagulls flew overhead, he realized they must be near the ocean. It was windy, and the winds whistled through the buildings. There were skyscrapers further away, but they weren't walking distance.

He sighed. "My mission was to show you light." He admitted, not thinking thaat Bel would know what it meant. And it was better that way, he believed.

Bel offers a faint smile as Harp rubs his cheek. Though already any scrape that might have been there was healed, the notion was rather sweet he supposed. It was a faint reminder that his human skin was much more delicate than what was underneath, and that was alright. He didn't have to be all dangerous and black-skinned 100% of the time, he didn't need to be on guard all the time, either. But being so close to Harp at the moment was seriously messing with his natural warning system... which was already foggy because of the cupid's arrow.

Bel, in all honesty, did not know a great deal about cupids. He knew basic stuff, things he had heard. They were beings of love, attraction, and affection. Annnnd that was about all he knew. Well, that, and they had arrows. Of course he knew about that bit, he had been pricked with one of them. Mostly it was just inconvenience, a delay for more sweet precarious time.... At least on Harp's end. Though, while the demon still dwelled on it... it really didn't -feel- like that big of a deal. And that was troublesome. It should have been a huge deal that this angel had him under his magic... but on some level, be it because of the magic or not, Bel found himself to trust Harp. To some extent anyway, otherwise he would not have gotten so angry like that when the other angel blinded the cupid. But that all could just be effects from the damned arrow...

A low groan escapes Bel as he grips onto Harp's hand, frowning a bit. "The light?" He snorts softly, his nose wrinkling a bit as he catches an overly strong whiff of salty air through the usually thick aroma this city held. "I guess that is good enough answer for now. But my I ask you one more thing?" He mutters out, narrowing his bright green-eyed gaze towards the angel.

Harp's gaze sparkled in anticipation. "Sure. What did you need?" He asked curiously, a little nervously. Demons reacted unpredictably to arrows like his. Carefully, Harp would bump his shoulder to the demon, signalling he wanted to get a move on. There was no point in staying in one place all the time. Now that he was stuck here, Harp was determined to make the most of it.

In all seriousness, he was what you would call an exile. And exiles were, of course, bad. There was no point in keeping angels who allied themselves with demons in the pure realm. Perhaps Harp had allied himself with Bel, but as soon as the arrow's effects came to an end, this lovey-dovey nonsense would be all over and he would be cruelly massacred. He wished there was a way to still return to the pure realm.

As for his home, many wondered what it was like. In all seriousness, the pure realm resembled the Renaissance. There were shining alabaster buildings and foods so sweet they would melt a human's tastebuds. They had built the human world in the image of their world, but eventually the humans stopped believing in them. When they built a city on the moon, they had kissed their celestial 'friends' goodbye. AS for his life...

He hadn't explained it to Bel, but Harp was an outcast. Not because of his powers, or because he looked different, but because he distanced himself. Why? As an angel of love, Harp knew the pain it caused in others, and didn't want to get caught up in such a thing. Love could blossom between anyone. Friends, siblings, coworkers... It was better just to let everything go. As such, Harp, though kind, was obviously distanced.

For several moments, a more serious look was on Bel's face, as if he had to ask something that Harp wouldn't fully answer. In all honesty, Bel wasn't really fond of these half assed answers he had gotten so far. But he wasn't about to say something about it. It really wasn't that big of a problem, he merely preferred things to be more direct and honest.

It took only a few seconds, but Bel's face quickly lightened up as the demon was nudged in the shoulder for an indication to move. He suddenly reached his arms over, wrapping his arms around one of Harp's and hugging onto it, head tilted to rest upon the angel. A content sigh escapes him before he starts to tug on the angels arm with his hug, apparently already having some place in mind it would seem. "Lets go get some hair dye, maybe some trashy human food, cloths, and then maybe we can go sit on the docks for a bit. I actually had someone to meet before I ran into you, but I don't think they will be alright with this." He mutters, giving Harp's arm a light squeeze. "In fact, I don't think any of them would like me playing with a foe or potential food. So stick close. Because while I don't really care for any of my kin, I'd rather not spill their blood unnecessarily."

It was true. He really did not like most other demons, arch or otherwise. In general, he really just didn't like others that much. Or maybe that is what he forced himself to believe. He couldn't quite recall when it had started to be like this, but it been this way for as long as he could remember. Somewhere deep inside, some part of Bel was slightly happy for Harp's magic. Because of it, he was actually able to do something like this... be this close to something else without ripping it to shreds. He generally hated the feel of anothers skin touching his own. It sort of dawned on him though, that even before he had been pricked with the arrow... he didn't find Harp's touch all that sickening. In fact, he really liked it.

But that could have just been because he was a cupid? Maybe that was one of their skills. Or maybe it wasn't and maybe Bel just found another creature he could touch without feeling the need to rip it to tiny bits, he-... He really wished he could get this thoughts straight. He had wanted to rip Harp to tiny bits and bathe in his blood. He still did on some level, but the will to do so now was nearly non-existent. In fact... his urge to kill was so low, it was a bit worrisome. He even let one of them get away...

Harp nodded, the pink eyed angel looking around. The city was very loud. They had been walking for a bit now. There were many people all around. The sidewalk was right next to a bustling street. Many cars passed by. He noted that most of them were a grey color. Every so often, a splash of color would grace the street, though it was uncommon.

Harp felt people giving him burning stares, but he didn't know why. He scent of the ocean was getting stronger. He inhaled the strange, salty scent eagerly. It was so strange, and new. It was beautiful. This was a human's environment. This was their whole world.

There were other cities, just like this one. It was strange to think about it. "Bel, what are the other demons like?" He paused. "I haven't met a cupid before, so I wouldn't know what one is like." He admitted. Were demons meant to smell bad? Because Bel certainly did not.

Bel was quiet for a few moments as he scanned the shops along the street, easily seeing past the taller people. He barely noticed the noise or the smell, really. He had spent so much time in this city alone, it was all old and no longer interesting. The only thing here that even held any slight significance anymore was now Harp. Among the mass of grey and blur, Bel would admit, the pink-eyed angel stood out a lot. He didn't like the stares people were giving him, but there was not much he could do about it at the moment.

"Demons?" He murmured softly. "Depends on the ones you are asking about. There are all sorts of different kinds. Some of the lesser demons pack around the human world, a couple of Arches do as well if they find something of interest." He goes silent for a few moments. "Its all about finding something of interest, really. Most of us find it in the next meal, but, not everyone is alike. So many different tastes and personalities, we blend easily among the humans." Bel would fall silent as he finally spots the shop he was looking for.

"C'mon." Bel grunts, giving Harp's arm a light tug as he promptly moves over towards the door. Which, really did not appear to be a door. In fact, it looked more like a store you might see in a mall. A giant entrance with a large metal gate, spotless glass panes on each side. With a quick glance inside the shop though, it was no bigger than any of the others around it. It had no real fancy decoration on the outside or on the glass, no displays or signs or anything of the such. It didn't even appear to have a name anywhere! There were several cloths racks in the far back, a few small tables lined with various things between the entrance and the back. And in the back, behind the counter, stood a rather tall looking fellow, in front of a door.

It might have seemed normal, but as Bel got closer to the entrance, the tall fellow in the back of the store raises his head and grins. A hand is lifted and he waves towards Bel, though it quickly drops as as his gaze falls onto Harp.

Harp let Bel lead him to this store, or whatever it was. He was busy thinking. Demons and angels both dwelt in the human realm, and it was strange. they thought themselves to be such higher creatures, yet they chose in their own free will to be in the human world. Unless the great Souls themselves ordered it to be so. It was very interesting, but for some reason Harp was thinking about the great Souls of Light and Dark. He didn't know much about the demon's gods or deities, but the angelic god wasn't kind, or even nice. He was ruthless and wise. Definitely the kind of guy you'd want to have on your side. There was another being, even greater than the Soul. There were many names for him, but they all pretty much meant and translated to Creator. While the Soul created souls and sent them to the realms, the Creator was different. He was a separate, deity, though many thought they were one and the same. This was false. The Creator was much more elusive. Perhaps the only one ever worthy to being called a true, 'God'. Or, if he was into puns, he could he say he was the 'Soul God'. Harp cracked a smile at his own joke.

Suddenly, he was snapped out of his idle thoughts when his arm was tugged by Bel. Pink eyes scanned the building's insides up and down. It seemed to be a pretty gothic store, but nothing too dark and evil. He half-expected there to be a while shelf on the back wall full of things like eyeballs and blood, and maybe a pentagram or two. He imagined there to be eerie shadows in the shape of gnarled fingers, reaching out to smother him in darkness. All in all, the shop didn't seem too scary. A costume shop would have been creepier! But there was the chill in the air, like something was off in a way. The cupid bit his bottom lip and ran a hand through his swept hair. He was a little nervous something would come and pop out of nowhere.

Something did! Or rather, someone. And not in a very frightening way at all. More like a sudden appearance. But why did the man stare at him such a way? Deciding not to anger the man, Harp smiled and gave him a pleasant wave.

The man in the back of the shop would slowly move out from behind the counter, or well, phased through it. He just walked forward directly through the solid object, gaze still intently upon Harp. He was taller than both of them, likely nearing seven feet, and that was without the extra inches added by boots. A quick glance over the other male, he was thin and somewhat wiry. His hair was long and in dreadlocks, tied back. It was a dark, dark brown. His skin was darker, and his eyes were pale green. The cloths he wore were painfully basic, a grey shirt and a pair of old, torn jeans that seemed a bit too big for himself. And he was still staring intently at Harp, those pale green eyes like daggers, not even lifting a hand to return the friendliness to the angel.

"No need, Darri." Bel promptly growls out as the other slowly moves his gaze from Harp to Bel, eying him over intently for a few moments. It would take only a few moments for the man supposedly named 'Darri' to calm down, visibly relaxing and lightly nodding his head, sucking in a sharp breath. Bel though looked less than pleased still, the shadows in the small store slowly growing just a bit darker...

"Yeah, yeah, you sure, man? Bringin' one of -those- here with you?" Darri continues to scan Bel over, still frowning a bit himself. Despite being taller, he suddenly slouched over with a soft sigh.

"I am sure. Am I never sure?" Bel snarls, seeming quite irritated with the other male suddenly as he continues to move into the store. All the while they moved more inside, Darri moved back behind the counter, though this time he actually walked around instead of merely phasing through it as he had done previously. It almost made him seem nervous, retreating from Bel in such a manor. "Rude to your best customer and his guest, can't be good for business. Anyway. Hair dye." Bel says, this time in a much calmer tone, still keeping a grip on Harp's arm. He uses his free arm to bring his hand up, lightly tugging at a few loose strands of black hair.

"The usual color?" Darri mumbles, even now the others head was lowered in a submissive stance as he rummages around behind the counter. Purposely he adverts his gaze, not wanting to even look towards Bel and Harp. It takes him only a few moments, but he quickly find what he is looking for, pulling out several blank boxes with red sharpie on them, the written words reading 'Ornge'. He merely slides them across the counter, frowning. "Wanna' use the bathroom here in the back? Would be quicker." He suggests.

Bel stops for a few moments, looking to Darri, and then to Harp. A frown would still be upon his features, slowly a soft sigh escaping him. "Would that be alright, Harp? It will only take me a few minutes, this is some special stuff."

Harp still had doubts that this man was a demon, but when he phased right through solid matter, it became obvious he was. Or at least, something to that caliber. One thing was perfectly certain: this man was not a human. At least, Harp couldn't imagine him being one, after he demonstrated his particular ability to phase.

Slowly, Harp would take breaths. If this man was in fact, a demon, he didn't want to aggrivate him. A creature of sin... would not hesitate to extinguish the light he radiated as an angel. The choir took note that there were no other customers I the store at this particular moment. The air, now that he noticed, smelled faintly like hairspray and cheap chemicals. A human would describe it as 'smellin' like a sex joint'.

Taking more notice to the fact Darri seemed to respect and even fear Bel a little, Harp wondered what exactly the demon he had entranced was capable of. He had proven stronger than an elite angel, but not much was known about the demons. It was very possible Bel could be one of the higher-ups in the demon power pyramid. There was also the chance that there was no pyramid, just chaos. Actually, that seemed pretty likely.

As Darri slid a box of what Harp presumed to be hair dye to Bel, the cupid grunted. It was probably just regular old hair dye at a rediculous price... Wait, did bel even pay? If not, then it was a win-win situation. When Bel asked him to stay there while he applied his hair dye, Harp gave him a blank stare. Unlike some angels, that could phase, or burst into light, or made spears out of nothing, Harp's power was emotions. And he needed to prick someone with an arrow for that to even work. In other words, he was pretty much defenseless should the demon try something.

Nevertheless, the pink-eyed angel grinned. "Sure. But don't keep me waiting, okay?" With that he turned his attention to Darri, carefully backing away, showing he did not want a scuffle. Than again, what kind of fools made deals with demons? His eyes sparkled as he thought about it. Oh, right, the ones who got their souls eaten. Well, that was.... not nice to know... at all...

"Don't fret too much 'bout Darri here. He might seem spooky with his phasing, but it gets pretty funny when he fucks up and falls through the floor." And it seemed Bel was quite serious at the comment, a rather friendly grin upon his freckled face. Though before Bel even reached for the offered hair dye, he swiftly turned to Harp, moving in close to the angel as he whispers to him. Darri merely stood back, head still lowered, not even looking towards them.

"And don't back up. If you hold your head high and act like you have a spine, the smarter lesser demons wont even bother you." Though with that, Bel promptly spins right back around with a soft sigh, grabbing the few boxes on the counter before his form promptly just vanishes, leaving nothing behind him aside from scent which ends at the counter where he vanished. But a few moments after, behind the metal door, it was likely the both of them could hear a loud thud and a groan to follow after. "Urgh... sink... too low..."

The moment Bel was out of sight, Darri finally lifts his head. The pale green eye's of this demons human appearance eyed the angel the other, higher standing demon had brought with him. And frankly, Darri himself did not think much of the angel. He didn't look special or powerful, food? But Bel had never brought food with him before, unless it was already in pieces, and usually he was covered in blood and wanted his jacket cleaned. Sometimes, anyway. Darri had learned the hard way not to question Bel's actions, but this one he couldn't quite let go. Slowly the taller man leans on the counter, arms folded as he merely continues to stare towards the white haired pink-eyed angel...

"I only phased through the floor once, if you were curious. It wasn't even my fault, either! that Arch demon scared my human pants off." Darri would sigh rather softly. For someone his size, he seemed to be oddly... delicate? His voice wasn't really that loud, or all that deep. Even how he leaned seemed like he was afraid to touch anything almost. "But you... I am curious about you. What are you doing with someone like him? I've known him for a time now and the only time I've ever seen him with a demon or angel was with their head's in a bag, or their blood on his cloths. Why are you alive?" Though as Darri asks this, the demon would advert his gaze away from Harp, as he had done with Bel present. While the obviously lesser demon did not think it was exactly wise to ask such things, he was going to do it anyway. He was curious. He was sure any other's that saw would be curious...

While it was quite possible the angel wouldn't say anything, it never hurt to ask. Darri wouldn't do anything, or actually even make a step closer to the angel. If he was with Bel, and from the looks of it, Bel actually being -friendly- with this angel... he was off limits. Off limits to Darri, off limits to most other demons, unless one of them felt the need to cause some more chaos... which was always possible. Chaos was what all demons knew best, after all! BUT Darri was not going to be the one to even start to stir that pot of trouble.

Laughing a bit at Bel's words in an attempt to loosen up, Harp couldn't help his gaze keep darting toward Darri. He was nervous. This demon could be capable of things beyond his imagination- granted, he had a very vivid one. The only reason he had gotten this far was because of his trump card. His arrows. If you could imagine all the angels and demons as cards in a poker game, Harp had a pretty good idea where everyone stood.

The number cards would be all the angels and demons in between. All the mediocre and sub-par angels who were kept alive as body shields. All the demons who clung to each other to be almost half as strong as the arch-demons and arch-angels were. However, if the right combination of them got together, they could cause havoc. Similarly, if you get a flush, it can be comparable to face cards. Maybe even better. The face cards would be the higher-ups. Seraphs, Kisshin, Virtues, reapers, and Sins all belonged in this category. Though they were by no means weak, they weren't as strong as the arch-demons and arch-angels. They were more like jokers. The most versatile, and the most powerful.

What was Harp? Normally, you would categorize someone of his caliber with the number cards, but you must understand- he wasn't just any powerless angel. He was a cupid. His powers were risky, but could prove to be extremely effective. In this way, he was an ace card. It could be either the most influential- or the most useless.

Meanwhile, Bel had left him with this demon. This was his chance to learn more about their kind, should he ever need the information. Harp paid close attention to the demon, he recognized as a number card. At first, he was intimidated by the form he took, but realized that perhaps he took this form because he was weak, and needed every chance he got? Harp simply was silent.

"The quiet game, huh? Well that's... not cool in the slightest. Not that I really care or anything." Darri is quiet a moment before he frowns. "I lied, I do care. How about we play a little game? You answer a question of mine, I'll answer a question of yours? No tricks, no cheats, just questions and answers. You can pass on one question and one answer. Lets see... how about only a total of six questions all together, three for each? Though if you skip one, I get an extra, as do you. He is going to be in there for a bit, and you seem the curious kind." He quirked a brow curiously towards the angel, offering a faint smile. Darri was very low on the demon totem pole, he didn't have power like most of them aside from his ability to phase. It was probably a good thing though, because if he were any stronger, he was sure he would have been one of Bel's targets.

Meanwhile, behind the metal door in the tiny bathroom... Bel stood awkwardly on the bright neon yellow stepping stool in front of the sink. He had stripped himself of his jacket and shirt, both now hanging on the overly high doorknob that Bel could nearly knock himself out with. Oddly enough, there was no handle on the other side of the door. Not that anyone who even used this tiny-ass bathroom needed one anyway. A soft groan escapes the demon as he raises his hands, combing his fingers through the locks of still black hair.

He had not bothered with the dinky plastic gloves, the chemicals in this hair dye wouldn't even burn his skin if it sat for a month. But already it was taking longer than usual for the dye to lighten the black stands of hair that was all clumped up. Maybe it was because he had someone waiting, or maybe it was just because he was impatient at the moment... or maybe it was a different dye. Though as Bel gives a quick examine over the box, it as the same as always. He must have just been being impatient, but he couldn't help but be a bit nervous. He had left Harp out there with Darri.

Bel had known Darri for a while now, the other demon was far bellow himself. Far enough down that he didn't even register on Bel's radar as dangerous, seeing as the only real thing he could do was phase, and even that had a limit. They'd tested it the first time they had the misfortune of running into one another. While Darri was not a threat to Harp... who knows what other demon might wander into the shop. Or possibly another angel, even... For such a low-ranking demon, Darri did attract quite a bit of attention from both sides, Bel realized.

A soft groan would escape Bel as he continues to stare into the smudged and cracked mirror at his hair, barely blinking. Though slowly he starts to let his gaze drift to his face, the freckles, those emerald eyes, the invisible cracks in his human skin... His gaze continued to move, now running down his neck to his shoulders and torso. Despite having calmed down, the cracks that had ran down into his shirtline were still a bit red and irritated looking. Now that he gave it a bit more thought... they probably wouldn't vanish until the cupid's magic was gone. Yet another groan escapes him as he tilts his head to the side... just waiting now.