The pink eyed angel big his lip nervously and rocked on his heels. Though Darri may not have been very powerful, that was only in comparison to other demons. Compared to Harp, his offensive ability was probably quite effective. Perhaps it was wrong to anger him in this way. Or, at least, irritate him. Harp knew he didn't look nor feel intimidating.

With a smile, the cupid nodded. It was a very anxious smile, only meant to cover up his uneasiness. "A game, huh? Alright, I uh... love... games." He responded finally. There was little point in keeping anything secret. Plus, he didn't have to answer. It was completely optional. Right?

"I'm just helping a guy out, is all." Harp responded with a smile of affirmation. Usually, it would,d sound a lot less smooth when he said it out loud. But this time, he sounded very... suave. At least, in is opinion. He debated lying and claiming he was an archangel, or maybe just a Seraph, but he wasn't a very good liar. "It's due to the fact Bel knows how strong I am. You see..." Harp shrugged and chuckled. "I'm just kidding. I really don't know why I'm alive, to be totally honest."

With that said, Harp stared intently at Darri."Okay, now it's my turn. What exactly.... IS Bel? Do you even know?" Because Bel was a lone wolf, it was a safe assumption that he was pretty powerful. But what washe? A sin? A kisshin? Or... maybe even an arhdemon?

Darri lets out a bit of a chuckle, a much more friendly look upon his features now that the angel was actually talking. Even though he had tried to lie, he seemed to be honest in the end. That was good, he guessed. Though his answer was not what he was expecting, in the slightest. Helping Bel? What in the world did that guy need help with? Was this angel some kind of slave or something...? But why would he even keep one of those?

"What Bel is exactly? Hrm..." Darri slowly lifts a hand, lightly rubbing his chin for a few moments. He lightly tilts his head to the side, offering a faint one-sided shrug. "No one really knows, in truth. Possibly a sin. Or maybe not. We all just know he is dangerous to demons and angels alike. He doesn't really discern between either, if you noticed." Which, was true. Bel really didn't care which you were in the end, as long as you were either dead or under his heel...

"Alright, my turn again. What are you helping him with? I've never seen him need 'help' with anything before. I mean, he'd rather kill everyone than get help. So just what kind of-... wait, waaaaiiiit." Suddenly Darri jerked upwards from his slouched position, straightening himself up. He peers at the angel before him, sucking in a sharp breath. "Do you mean 'that' kind of help? The touchy-feely kind?" His pale green eyes were narrowed as he stared down at the angel. It was not an intense stare, but one of a bit of shock. Did Bel actually do things like that? Or had he totally just jumped the gun? Possibly. But the more Darri thought about it, nothing else really made much sense. That... or maybe the demon he had come to fear and respect actually was saving this angel to eat for later or something. Ugh. Darri's head was spinning before he promptly plopped back down into his seat, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes.

"You don't have to answer that if you don't want. But I get another question." As Darri lifted his head to offer a faint smile, it actually seemed like he wanted the angel to skip his previously asked question.

Harp let out a breath in irritation. It appeared this demon knew little about Bel. Maybe a sin? That didn't sound very likely. Sins were tough, that much was true. But what would Bel be? Sins, similarly to Virtues, has a certain... aspect that dominated their personality. Though they were very powerful, due to this personality weakness, Sins usually didn't operate alone successfully. But Bel had been thriving on his own for years. Maybe much longer.

The point was, if he was a Sin, he could hide whatever was wrong with him well. Could he be lust? Or maybe an envy? It was possible that Bel was a wrath or pride, but Harp didn't know as much to know. He had only met the demon, whatever he was, a few hours ago. He began to speak, but ceased his words when Darri spoke louder. At the lower demon's words, the angel blushed and bit his lip. Pink eyes flashing with what looked like frustration, he shook his head. "N-No! It's not like that at all!" But, he recalled that demons were unpredictable when shot with an arrow.

Though he didn't want to answer, Harp figured that this was a low-ranking demon and it didn't matter if he made up a story. Not taking into account, of course, the possibility that he could squeak to the higher-ups. But maybe if he made up a story to entertain himself, it wouldn't be so bad. In this case, being flustered made it easier for him to lie. "Well... uhm... he probably wouldn't want me to tell anyone, but... maybe?" He said in a tiny voice. "Anyways, it's my turn now! What..." He looked around the store for effect. "What is this place? I mean, what's a demon doing owning a store...?" It was more curiosity than anything.

"This place? Ah, a simple store." Darri mutters, tilting his head a bit, still eying the angel somewhat. "Though it does get quite a bit of traffic from angels and demons alike. And what is a demon doing owning a store? What -isn't- a demon doing owning a store! Humans wander in here quite often, easy way to pick off a good or easy target." The demon shrugs his shoulders, being quite honest. Though that was likely only because Bel was a short distance behind him, but oddly... truth seemed to fit Darri well. A faint smirk suddenly forms across his dried and cracked lips, a chuckle escaping him.

"So 'maybe' you are his play thing... interesting. Alright, next question. What are you doing here in the human world? I mean, I know you are with Bel, but aside from that?"

In the bathroom, Bel was making a little lee-way with his hair. The dye was luckily finally starting to work. As he peeked in the mirror at the slowly lightening strands, his ears twitched before he leaned back, sitting on the toilet seat. He could hear them speaking rather easily. Though the door was metal and caused their words to be somewhat mumbled, it was easy enough to understand. He should have been listening to their entire conversation, but he had been a bit too focused on his hair for the first question or two it seemed. He couldn't quite help but wonder what they were talking about, though Darri did like to play his little question games. He was honestly a bit surprised Harp had agreed, but hey, surprises all around he figured.

'Just a few minutes more...' Bel mentally grumbled to himself, suddenly wanting to break the door down and stop the conversation altogether. He barely kept himself seated on the toilet seat, twitching a foot somewhat nervously. He could feel the magics effects so strongly now that he couldn't physically see Harp. And the more he thought about Harp, the more nervous and anxious he became. His leg continues to shake while he merely sits there, now practically glaring at himself in the dirty and cracked mirror.

Harp narrowed his eyes every so slightly. "That's..." Luring humans in and draining them of their life. There were so many things wrong with that, it almost made him sick. Then he reminded himself that Darri was, after all a demon. It didn't justify things, but it did make him stop and realize their morals were very different. Truthfully speaking, intoxicating someone with a love arrow was probably much more sinful than simply eating the souls of humans. Deciding it wouldn't be a good idea to retort with anything snarky or critical, Harp simply nodded a bit hastily. "I see. That's very surprising to hear."

As he was implied that he was a plaything, the pink-eyed angel nodded. He didn't want to mislead the demon, but there was no way he was admitting that he was the one pulling the strings. Underneath all the purity that sugared his features, perhaps it was possible Harp's heart was as dark as any demon's. Or maybe he lacked a heart and soul altogether, as he said to Bel once. He made a mental note to play this game with Bel later.

"Me?" The cupid asked coyly, really getting into the game. He bit his lip. This lower demon wasn't worth his salt, more than likely. But he didn't want to take any chances. For all he knew, Bel could be the incarnation of the 'one' spirit, and Darri was only slightly weaker than an archangel! This was unlikely, but to the angel, by no means impossible. "I came here to blind eyes that had spent their whole lives in darkness with bright, bright starlight." The angel said vaguely.

He then smirked. "All right. Now it's my turn. Again." He laughed, probably enjoying this more than he should have been. "About Bel. Where can I-" He paused, then rephrased the question. "Is there any way to hide from him... forever?" But before any of them could speak, the doors burst open with a loud noise. The scent of the city gusted through the small, dangerous store and Harp covered his eyes as a few dust motes flew into them. He squinted into the setting sun that shone into the store. A strange, hooded figure was standing in the doorway. Bandages were wrapped around their hands, and their face was obscured. Immediately, Harp realized what the thing was. The line between the living and the dead. Not an angel nor demon, but .... "A reaper..." Harp murmured in awe.

"Business, Reaper?" Darri would remain oddly relaxed, even as the gust went through the store and a chill ran down his spine. He remains in a relaxed position as he tilts his head a bit, offering a faint smile towards the hooded figure in the doorway. There was almost a business-like look on his face, though the features could easily change at any second to one of fear, or even possible anger. It might not have been in tradition of most demons to great a creature of death in such a manor, but to Darri in particular, there was always something to be gained. Then again, to those who do not fear death, is a reaper truly scary? Even if he was afraid of dying, Bel was not far... And Darri had the feeling he would be appearing out here veeeery shortly. Slowly the demon snaps his fingers a bit, attempting to get Harp's attention... he waves his hand to the side, wanting the angel to move out of the way.

And Darri's assumptions were wrong. In the bathroom Bel still sat, irritatingly staring at the mirror and his now rather light pink hair. Once the dye had activated, it didn't take long for it to do its job... but it was pink, nearly matching the color of Harp's eyes. It didn't even register fully to Bel that a reaper had appeared, he stopped listening to them chatter while he had his head in the sink to clean off any of the strange extra dye. He had seen a few of them before, though he was never able to pick them up on his internal warning system or radar. Though it wouldn't matter much, the moment he poofed out from the tiny bathroom he'd obviously notice him... it wouldn't be much longer now, hopefully.

It seemed almost as if there was an aura of death surrounding the reaper. Harp expected it to stride pridefully, proud it was so powerful. Instead, he noticed the being limped a bit solemnly. The cupid's eyes softened. Why was the reaper so sad? Nevertheless, Harp stepped a side and got out of his way.

The hooded reaper then did something rather strange. It began walking up stairs no one else could possibly see, taking then into the air. An emotion was radiated. It came from every direction, though Harp could feel the reaper was causing it. 'Impending doom...'

Swallowing thickly, the pink-eyed angel watched as the reaper phased through Darri and to where the storage boxes were kept. It was very slow. Finally, the reaper found whatever they were looking for. It looked to be a child's toy a porcelain doll. But what in the world would it be doing here..? Suddenly, as if it realized Harp was there, appeared in front of him at an alarming speed. "Despair... Despair Bel..." It croaked in a hoarse voice that could be male or female.

It then drifted back to Darri, and placed the doll on the counter, pointing to it silently. Harp shivered. The reaper had really scared him. He found himself walking to a room with a triangle and a poorly drawn man on it. Carefully, he pushed it open, wanting distance between him and the being.

When he saw Bel, hair dripping wet, his eyes bugged and his jaw dropped. The color...! It was... pink! Like his eyes! Suddenly, the cupid smiled warmly. "Did you pick that color on purpose?" The angel laughed. He then gnawed his lip. "There's um... a reaper in there, and I was a little scared, so... yeah."

"So you ran to me, eh?" Bel asks, smirking faintly, seeming quite unphased at the fact that there was a reaper there. He quickly picks his head up from the sink, giving it a bit of a shake as some excess water flew from the pink strands. He doesn't even attempt to look out the door to see the creature, though he does give a sheepish grin to Harp about his hair. He turns carefully, reaching around the door to grab his jacket, tugging it on over his head with a content sigh. He could only hope the angel had not seen the still red and welted marks along his torso. He wasn't sure why, but that fact bothered him a little. They'd be gone shortly, so its not like it was a huge deal.

"It must have done something, seeing as you ran in here. What did it do? Or say, even?" He had only ever had a reaper 'talk' to him once. It had yelled into his face 'END' while pointing to a human corpse he had stumbled upon while looking for food once. Then it stared at him for what felt like hours and then vanished. Maybe this one would have something to say to him too? Or not, possibly. Maybe it already left... he suddenly really wished he could actually sense them. Bel now attempted to peek around Harp in hopes of seeing it... But all the sees it Darri awkwardly staring in front of himself at something on the counter.

Harp nodded mindlessly. Who else could he come to? He felt so alone. It was as if he had fallen into a rabbit hole into another world where it was so much darker ans scarier. How did the humans cope with this? The air smelled horrible. There was so much ugliness and impurity in the human realm! So much grime and smoke and machinery and mechanical people with automated hearts. The angel found it all very confusing, indeed.

Nevertheless, his current priority was Bel right now. The ferocious, handsome, mysterious and pink-haired demon. Though his eyes caught the red marks, he decided not to mention it. Instead, he chose to chuckle. "What happened to your hair? You look like a fairy..." The cupid commented jokingly. It was really a softer look for Bel. It made him look much less dangerous be that a good thing or a bad thing. "Did Darri do this on purpose? Or what?" He continued, only ceasing his chuckling when asked about the reaper.

A chill ran down his spine. "It was really creepy." Then, in a ghostly voice, Harp moaned, "Despair Bel..." He shrugged. "What did it mean? I know... you're dangerous. You're a demon, after all." He paused. "Or is there... something else?"

Bel just tilts his head at the angel before him, hardly blinking. A few wet locks of pink hair fall into his eyes, but he does not really seem to mind all that much. Slowly a faint smile would creep onto his face, an odd darkness forming onto his face, at least for a few moments before it was quickly replaced with a much softer, almost delicate look. 'Despair'. It was never the first time he had heard such words, but from a reaper, of all things? Suddenly he sucks in a rather sharp breath, slowly exhaling before releasing a bit of a chuckle.

"Well, there is a time and a place for everything. And this is not the place for such a talk, as much as I love this tiny bathroom, broken mirror and all. At any rate, if there was something else... wouldn't you be able to tell?" He could feel it, the magic tugging at his words, urging him softly to speak more openly to Harp, with more honesty. Though it felt like with each word the 'soft urging' was turning into a 'rude nagging'. Tossing around lies casually was going to be impossible shortly. Speaking normally felt a bit strained, though seeing as he was still able to do so, he assumed it wasn't as powerful as he thought. At least in some aspects... in others, his killing intent towards Harp had practically disintegrated. He was quite fond of the angel now, the thought of actually hurting him seemed foreign.

Bel's stomach would rumble softly, but he ignored it as he continued to smile softly towards Harp. Slowly he would move forward, attempting to lightly urge the angel to move back out of the doorway so he himself could actually get out of the small bathroom. The bathroom which suddenly felt far too confined for his personal tastes. He didn't care if a reaper was still out there, he wanted out of the tiny bathroom. Yet Harp must have been a bit lucky, it was likely due to the effect of the arrow. Had anyone else been standing in his path, he likely would have just trampled them.

While he gave it a bit more though, he should kill Darri for giving him the wrong hair dye. Though Harp seemed to like it, he was even joking about it, so it couldn't have been that bad. If Harp was alright with it, he supposed it was alright as well. A small, minor stroke of luck for the lesser demon.

Darri seemed quite oblivious to what was even going on behind him. He was focused so intently on the doll now sitting upon his counter. Was it alright to touch it? Should he move it? Would it kill him if he touched it? What was special about it? A soft groan escapes him. Of course Bel brought trouble with him! It was in the guys nature to cause more havoc than an Archdemon when they were throwing a hissyfit. Now only if he could keep it out of his store, Darri would be much happier. Slowly he pries his eyes from the doll, spinning around to face Bel and the angel. He might have been angry and somewhat upset just a few moments ago, but the moment he caught sight of Bel's hair, he bursts out with a soft snort, followed by rough, hoarse laughter. Pink, his hair was pink!

At Bel's inquiry, Harp nodded a bit. He really was... an idiot. Not because he had shot a demon, oh not at all. Perhaps it was because even after a reaper, a 'gatekeeper' being warned him to stay away, he came running back to the lovestruck demon.

Then again, could he had been telling him not to stay away? As if he let the demon come out of the spell, Harp would despair? It was all very possible, for it was a well-known fact reapers spoke in riddles. Personally, the angel wondered why they insisted on being so darn creepy to begin with!

"Yes," He bluffed to the demon before following him out. "I can tell there's something different with you. Can't tell if that's good or bad. Yet." Terms such as 'good' and 'bad' had all but lost their meaning. What point was there to sit around and called himself good when he was running wild with a possible arch demon?

The doll was possessed. How, of course, is beyond our mortal understanding. The doll would grow hair. Not that it was bald, but it's hair would grow even longer. Perhaps not the most terrifying thing possible, but eerie nonetheless.

With heavy feet, the angel stood behind Bel, grimacing as Darri laughed. He fondled his own white hair playfully. Then, he piped, "I think... I'd like to change my hair color, too!" He grinned to Bel. The reaper was silent.

"Crazy how things work out sometimes." Bel mutters softly with a light shake of his head, shuffling past Harp to move into the room. He notes the reaper, but makes no action towards the harbringer. In fact, he seems to completely ignore it, at least for the moment. His mind was elsewhere aside from riddles that reapers were spewing at the moment, there were more important things. Well, alright, maybe not -that- important, but it rose higher on Bel's list than the reaper this very second.

While their façade of Bel being in charge was working for the moment, just how much longer was it going to last? It had not even been a full day yet it seemed like the rest of the world already knew something was up. That, and why was this pink eyed angel so curious as to what and whom he actually was? Well, when he gave it a bit more thought, it did make sense to want to know what you had under your thumb. But shouldn't he have thought about that before jabbing him with one of his arrows? Possibly. But seeing as Bel actually had little control over the entire situation, Harp would probably set him down at some point and ask directly. To which, he was not sure If he could lie his way out of it. Not that he would mind telling the little wingless cupid directly, but, this was not the place for such a thing. Or the right time! But really, when was the right time? Between now and never...?

Slowly Bel turned, a large grin on his face as he lifts a warm hand to lightly pat Harp on the head, ruffling his hair a bit. "Don't do that to your hair, I like it. And as for what is different about me, well..." He says as his grin slowly fades into a smirk, tilting his head a bit as he glances back towards the reaper and Darri. "Is up for discussion at another time with less prying ears about."

Darri's laughter slowly dies down as he looks over at Bel and Harp. He had never seen the demon be so buddy-buddy with someone in such a way before, it actually sort of bothered him. When he gave it more thought, 'sort of' didn't quite cut it. In fact, it really bothered him. Maybe the cupid wasn't lying about being Bel's toy, with what he said, that is really how it seemed at the moment. Because Bel wasn't friendly-friendly with people like that, at least not in public... "Yeah, your hair looks fine! This guy just... doesn't like his natural color... Uhm." The demon's words seem to drift off as his attention turns back to the reaper and the doll with a bit of a frown. He never really dealt with a reaper before, let alone one leaving something on his counter. That doll, of all things.

"Bel. You should do something about this... thing." Darri mutters, lightly pointing a lowered finger towards the reaper and then motions towards the doll.

Harp's pink eyes reflected slight confusion. Even if it wasn't genuine, the possibility of a demon being kind was very strange. They were clever creatures, that much was certain. Harp wondered what else they were capable of. He had learned a great deal about demons, but they were mostly things about the lesser demons. Anything they knew about sins, kisshins, or archdemons was due to the accounts of archangels. The rest of the angels weren't strong enough to get in close proximity to find out anything about the higher demons and survive. Harp realized he was in a rare position that he could potentially find out much about Bel. It was already established he was a ridiculously powerful demon, by the number of virtues he had killed.

It was rather interesting, and the cupid made a note of this. Now, however, he was concerned with Darri and the nameless reaper. The reaper was being as creepy as it could, floating in the air while releasing a deep, guttural noise. The doll seemed to be jumping on the counter-top, as if there was an earthquake taking place right under it. At Darri and Bel's consent Harp nodded. "Right. Guess I'll just keep this hair, then." It was probably a good thing he was interrupted. Who knows what kind of weird color his hair would be if he used the dye in Darri's store?

The reaper drifted to the front counter and exhaled deeply. Didn't this idiotic demon know what to do with an artifact such as this? It reached out with a single bandaged hand, as slow as a ghost. Then, it reached down to the doll and tapped it impatiently against the cash register. With that, it promptly dropped the child's toy back onto the counter, causing it to cause a clatter. Harp watched curiously. The reaper then drummed on the counter with a single hand, as if to say, 'Hurry up and ring the damn item before I rip out your soul, you stupid demon...'

At that, the cupid snickered before crossing his arms. "I think it wants to buy that..." He offered, trying to be helpful. Though the reaper was still very cryptic, it seemed a bit more understandable. It was only a matter of time before the thing dispersed into unholy souls or something, and would probably make him think differently. The human world wasn't as spiritual as the White or Black world, but for some reason, everyone used it as a temporary living place, including himself. "Bel, let's go... Show me what you do at night, hm?" Harp whispered softly.

Darri turned in time to watch the reaper tap the cash register and then drum on the counter with a hand. The tall lesser demon would suck in a sharp breath, a more business-like smile forming onto his face finally. Having not ever really dealt with such a truly creepy character before, a small bit of direction was welcome from the pink eyed angel that seemed oddly attached to his acquaintance. He usually didn't like help from angels, even the good kind, but this once... it was alright he supposed. Since Bel was with him.

"Do reapers even have money...?" He asks blatantly, eying the cloaked and bandaged figure with an expressionless look. "If you don't, how about something else of fair value?"

Bel was not going to stick around to watch Darri try to bargain with a reaper, it would only bore himself and Harp. Unless the reaper got tired of the demons stupidity and did something, but he didn't think that was very likely. At the angel's queue, Bel lightly nods his head, carefully shuffling from behind the counter and making a slow pace off towards the exit. Already the outside had grown dark, he had not even noticed. But then again, he never really noticed such minor things as 'day' and 'night'. His perception of time was slightly different than most, though there were several others who followed the same internal clock he had. "What I do at night, hrm? You won't like it, so it is going to be a bit different than what I usually do."

While Bel wanted to do nothing more than eat the flesh and bones of a pure, innocent soul, he did not think Harp would find that appealing. Not that he should have cared what the angel would find appealing or wouldn't, eating was just another part of survival. Well, maybe devouring the flesh and bones was a bit much for some, but it was just as bad as devouring their souls. Though he did realize that maybe, just maybe, eating an angel with Harp around was a bad idea. Then again, he could just try to devour the rather cute pink eyed angel and get all of this over with already. But the moment that thought crossed his conscious mind, it was shot down by an instant 'But you don't really want to do that, do you?'. It was a strange voice that entered his mind to say that. It sounded so familiar yet painfully unfamiliar at the same time, he didn't like it.

"Unless you -really- want to know my eating habits and see where I keep my snacks, I suggest we do something else." He would try to keep the topic away from food, he guessed. While he could eat human food, it didn't do much for him. It was like a minor scratch for a major itch, satisfying for a couple of seconds until it started to itch worse. Bel ate a lot and often, he needed the energy and wanted the power. He had not eaten since yesterday morning, so by now he was feeling rather peckish. Would he be able to eat at all with Harp around? How long could he actually last if he didn't eat? He already knew the answer to that. He could survive weeks off of a tiny soul and that was with him fighting constantly, if he just lounged around like this with the angel, he could probably last a month or so easily. But on some level, Bel knew... there was not really going to be much 'lounging' around with this cupid around, especially until his magic wore off.

Bel now stood outside of the shop, on the street, facing the rather empty seeming road. "There are tons of things to do here in the human realm and you want to know more about me. How angel like. Why don't we go to the docks and look at the stars? Or catch a movie? Shopping at an actual store instead of that fool's walk-and-dine? A strip joint? Want to try smoking or maybe a good shot of vodka? We could go to a different city! Just pick something that isn't me..." He rumbles out softly, his lips barely moving. If Harp looked, he could likely catch the sight of sharpened fangs popping out just between the crack of his lips while his emerald green eyes scan the streets. It was somewhat quiet aside from the occasional car passing by, or the small groups of humans bustling around on the other side of the street.

Harp nodded to Bel as he contemplated what they should do, now that seeing what Bel usually did was all but out of the picture. Strangely, now that Bel spoke against it, Harp wanted it to happen before his eyes. The very creatures he was meant to protect... suffering and bleeding, crying and writhing painfully under his feet. The image rebounded in his mind as the angel's eyes flickered in excitement. However, he wouldn't ask for it just yet. He would have time for that. He would have time for everything, if everything went as planned. If Bel really was an archdemon powerful enough to destroy the White World... Well, Harp would be one captivated cupid.

As for now, he followed his victim out the door and into the city night. It wasn't the biggest city, and Harp noticed only a small group of humans. He listened with slightly wide, excited eyes as Bel spoke. He inhaled a cloud of smog thoughtfully as a truck passed by. It appeared to be so close, it could probably flatten him like a sheet of paper. After a short while, the cupid cleared his throat and coughed. "If you want to stay private, that's fine, too." He said in a tone that was slightly joking, one might even say mocking. And yet... his gaze was soft, perhaps trying to relate to this strange, alien thing called a demon. It was odd, seeing one like this. Was this what everyone meant when they warned him cupids were dangerous? All the cautionary tales had been wasted on the wingless angel, as he ended up using his powers anyways.

"I know!" Harp suddenly exclaimed, clapping his fist and the flat of his palm together. He had much to learn about the human world, but supposed they could explore it together, until the effects of his arrow wore off. "Maybe... let's watch a movie...?" It seemed ordinary, but oddly intriguing. It was like wanting to watch a movie in French just because you wanted to live in Paris someday instead of the trashy apartment you currently resided in. To the angel, even the most drab of a movie would seem like an exotic lesson in culture and etiquette, and was certainly worth seeing. He could only hope Bel, though he probably didn't feel the same, felt like watching a 'movie' as well.

"A movie?" Bel asked, a wave of relief suddenly falling over him at the cupid's supposed question. Instantly he knew, that out of everything he had listed, a movie was likely the most harmless. He couldn't imagine the cupid smoking, let alone drinking, though! Demons didn't really care about such things, just simple ways to pass the time and blend in a bit better among the humans. As everyone had their quirks, it helped add to the facade that one fit in a bit better. But it didn't always work like that, sometime creatures of the otherworlds stuck out like roses in a field of mere colorless weeds. Or just the opposite, a weed in a field of roses.

Bel glanced over at Harp once again, a sigh of relief escaping him. If he had to place Harp either in the field of weeds or in the field of roses, he would likely just toss the cupid into his own garden. Something like him didn't belong in this world, nor any of the others. The magic he had was dangerous all on its own, and with that cute charm... A mental sigh happens as Bel shakes his head, pink strands of hair falling into his face.

"Alright, well, the nearest movie theater is on the other side of town. We can walk, fly, or maybe catch a cab if you want the full human-world experience. There are a lot more people over there than over here." He states, quirking a brow towards Harp. "The reason being, as you can tell, this is a 'darker' side of town, so to speak." Bel remarked. Slowly he reaches his hands out of his pockets, quickly tugging his hood up over his head. Not that he was afraid of anything here, but he found odd comfort having the back of his neck covered with something other than hair. He turns to face down the street, looking away from Harp.

"What kind of movie did you have in mind? Or was that just a thought off the top of your head?"

As Harp listened intently to Bel, he smiled slightly. The movie had been thinking of so fondly was the one featured on the billboard he had seen while on the rooftop. What was it called? Ah, yes, Wolfprint! It seemed to be very interesting, and also appeared to be quite... intimate? At any rate, Harp would be able to question his demon while the movie played.

"I wish to see 'Wolfprint'." The angel confided a bit too seriously. His gaze was firm, and even his hair seemed to be stern. It was hard not to laugh at Bel's pink hair, however. It was all very funny! Perhaps Harp was having too much fun and he should most definitely rid himself of the demon. 'Let's walk." Harp said before hugging the other male's arm giddily, prepared to follow.

If was hard to understand just what it was Harp wanted. Though he was segregated from pretty much everyone in his own realm, there was one angel who he was very close to. Of course, this was because he was a cupid as well. The very reason he was so disliked amongst most angels was because of his 'friend'.

Harp didn't really do anything wrong, but he was given a warning. Being romantically entangled with another male, as after all, not really appreciated. His partner and lover had been banished to the human realm on a suicide mission. That mission was to entrap a demon. It was only too bad that demon killed him. Perhaps this was why Harp was so chaotic, and his personality could be both happy and spiteful. The little wingless angel, who might be looking for... revenge...

"Wolfprint, huh? I think I read that book." Bel murmurs, taking the small incentive from Harp hugging his arm before he started walking. His feet were silent against the already chilled concrete walkway, his hood remaining up. They looked like any other couple walking to the movies like this, it was strange for Bel to think of them like that though. Demons like him didn't do 'couples' or 'love'. There was no room for such nonsense, it only got in the way of personal gain and goals. What was the point of having power if you had to share it with someone? Or better yet, worry about another? It was such a waste and here Bel was, nearly purring like a kitten because he had the cupid hugging onto one of his arms.

A faint rumble escaped Bel's stomach as they turned the corner, down yet another rather desolate street aside from the occasional passing car. "Why do you want to see Wolfprint?" He asks simply, tilting his head a bit. "Because its the one you saw on the billboard?"

His head tilts a bit as loose strands of pink hair falls into his face, though he seems to not mind the loose strands there. Suddenly he would attempt to jerk his arm free of the wingless angel's grasp, only to quickly snake his hand back out, attempting to grab onto Harp's. He turns to look at the angel with a weird expression on his face. Not the common calm face he wore, nor the angry expression he had seen him with more often than anything else. His brows were knitted together, his lips set into a firm line, even his shoulders sagged in a near defeated expression. "Hold hands for a little bit?" The question was simple and sounded painfully innocent coming from Bel, his bright emerald green eyes growing a bit wide as he asked.

Bel... really couldn't explain himself. The magic must be influencing him far more than he previously thought, being this close to Harp until it wore off was going to be terrible. He wanted to hold and touch the angel, but at the same time he was repulsed and wanted to rip him to shreds and bathe in his blood. The tug of the magic was slowly growing stronger too, forcing him to lean more towards the more calm 'feelings'. But these feelings were fake, he was sure. His job, after all, was to cause guilt and wickedness. He had no time for emotion to get in the way.

Just this once though... he supposed, he could allow it to slide. And there it was again. The weak magic influencing his thoughts and 'nonexistent' emotions.

Harp blushed in embarrassment. "Well, yes. It's the only movie I know. I'm new in town, I suppose." The cupid explained, though he was sure Bel understood it just fine. If he had seen a billboard advertising cake, then he would want to have cake. If he had seen one displaying a strip club, he would have been intrigued. It was a good thing angels lived in the human world- they were gullible customers and consumer. Most companies would die for people like that.

To Harp's slight disappointment, Bel pulled his arm free. The the demon surprised him by asking to be a bit more intimate. With a toothy grin, the angel agreed. "Uh, sure. But usually, you don't ask- you just do it!" Harp all but sang as he entwined his fingers with Bel's. The demon's hands were very warm. As he took one step at a time, Harp wondered what he would do.

Life in the white world was so perfect. Everything was planned out, and nothing seemed to go wrong. The cupid couldn't stand it. It was the sam, every single day of his long life. Now, living on the edge, it was so exciting and new. With this demon he had taken under his spell, he could crush his opposition. Harp wondered if Bel knew of everyone he killed, or if he just did it. He was the first person Harp had shot, so it was rather exciting to see how long he arrow would last.

Though they arrived at the movie theater, Harp didn't realize it and kept walking.

Bel was quite content as they finally arrived at the movie theater. The demon seemed to be in a daze as he gripped onto the angel's hand a bit, mostly for reassurance that the angel had not somehow wandered off or gotten lost. The theater this evening was rather busy! Couples, children and their parents, elderly couples, all sorts of people were here this evening. It was quite the diverse crowd, and despite any oddities such as pink hair or eyes were not even slightly out of place. Bel and Harp looked just like any other couple come to see the movies tonight, hopefully uninterrupted like the rest of them, too.

It was a rather large theater for such a 'small' city, but it just proved that there were many more people within it than anyone could imagine. It was well kept, too. The floors, despite all the feet that had been traveling over it still shined diligently as if it had just been polished, the glass covering the people taking money and giving tickets was free of any fingerprints or smudges, even the trashbins were all emptied and not overflowing. Everything seemed nearly perfect, if you looked carefully, the workers that were currently on duty seemed rather pleased with themselves as they shuffled about carefully through the people to do their work.

While Bel might never admit it, he had been to this theater quite often. It was open nearly twenty-four hours, so after a long night of snacking, he could leisurely sneak into one of the movie rooms and watch a show. His current favorite movie, out of the long list that he'd seen, would have to be... probably 'Hellfactory: The Devil's Corner'. The title was a bit long, but Bel really didn't care. He adored the plot of it all, finding the start of the very long story to be the best. Not that he would-... Suddenly, without much warning, Bel would jerk to a rather rough halt. The people behind them nearly smack into Bel as he turns to block them from even touching Harp... his bright emerald greens eyes wide as he stares at a far wall. He grips on somewhat tightly to Harp's hand.

Along the wall were several promotion posters blown up to massive scale. Sitting among the massive posters was a somewhat smaller one in the far corner, it seemed almost lonely in a way. But Bel saw it, he saw it so clearly he was surprised his eyes did not pop out of his head and fall to the floor so he could step on them. The poster was dark, showing an amazing view of space and various stars and planets. There was a small, shabby inn coated in snow surround by large trees. Several people stood outside, dressed in warm clothing, a large black wolf hobbling along beside them. Standing in one of the windows appeared to be a winged man. On the very bottom in somewhat small lettering it read 'Hellfactory; The Frozen North'. And under that in even smaller lettering it had a release date, roughly a week and a half from now!

Bel doesn't skip a beat as a large grin forms on his face, peering at Harp with wide, overly excited eyes. "We must come see that when it comes out! Ugh, its been nearly three years since the last movie, I can't even believe that I didn't know a new one was coming out! I bet this one is going to be even better." He chimes happily. Someone around them mutters something in agreement, several people would be nodding as well. Apparently it was a well appraised franchise in this era. Bel continues to beam happily at the angel beside him before taking a step forward in the ticket line, giving his hand a light tug. His head tilts somewhat as a thought crossed his mind, it was hard to tell if the demon was acting or not at this point. "Please?" He asks... suddenly putting on the worlds best puppy-dog face.