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The alpha centaur quickly got bored. In fact, it's incredibly beautiful here and no one bothers you, but... "don't you want to try hot chocolate again?" Gabriel asked, throwing his shirt over his shoulders. Beelzebub looked at him curiously.
"Again? I never cost" Beelzebub shrugged and smiled. Although somehow sad. They wanted to hear their song again. Of course, they often sang it, but it is not the same thing.
"Never?" Gabriel looked up somewhere "But it's like... well, it's really delicious. I used to despise human food" the angel waved his hand "you and I also ordered something, but we never paid for it. Beelzebub nodded, saying that everything is true. And why should they eat?
"Do you want to try it?" they walked up to him and touched Gabriel's shoulder. Shoulder, only partially covered with fabric. The stomach is open and Beelzebub couldn't resist and ran his hand over it.
"Yes" Gabriel looked down at her, a look full of absolute tenderness, love and devotion. It is dangerous to return, the angels and demons gave them precise instructions as to what would happen to them. But they don't have to find them, do they?
"And I want to go to that pub, our pub. And..." The demon looked down, even though it didn't make sense. Under them, above them and around only a bone.
"Honey" Gabriel touched her face, a fly immediately landed on his finger. He has no idea how they can fly in space, but stupid gravity definitely has something to do with it.
"A small house near Edinburgh, being able to go to a cemetery to stare at your statue for hours..." Gabriel laughed heartily and leaned his forehead against hers.
"That's a great idea" He brushed his lips against theirs. It's not a kiss, not really. It's just a touch.
"And what do you want? I heard you even had your own table in heaven" they bit their lip, rocking their hips slightly. "Something you like then"
"Books. Well, I wish we had some in our house" Now it was her turn to laugh, softly, as if it was still something she was afraid to do.
"You will have many books," they promised, pulling the angel closer.
They quietly hummed the words of the song, slowly disappearing into the background and appearing at a table in the "Resurrectionist" pub. A gray suit and a coat for this winter weather was a miracle for Gabriela. Beelzebub had to change the style slightly: the same, but without the red bandage from playa to feet. They are ashamed to admit, but they lost them. You can create a new one, but it's not the same thing. And now the flies did not decorate her hat. Which was also not good, but they lost a bit of demonic power. Just as Gabriel's eyes lost their purple color.
"but where?" Beelzebub did not have time to finish the sentence when familiar words were heard in the room. The demon lowered his head to hide a gentle smile. Gabriel touched his chin, smiling. For 6000 years they didn't do it sincerely, they didn't smile! And now they did it all the time. Because they are always happy.
Although, Beelzebub sometimes apologizes for inappropriate smiles, and Gabriel apologizes for helping them when they're not asked. It's all nonsense, they know, but somewhere the subconscious is screaming that it's not right.
"What will you order?" a young girl came up to them and put the menu on the table. Gabriel and Beelzebub already knew the entire menu of this pub.
"Hot chocolate" Gabriel said without thinking and looked at Beelzebub "two servings.
"But we don't make hot chocolate," the girl immediately said, frowning. The next second, her eyes widened in surprise, "although, no. Starting today, we're also selling hot chocolate!"