He growls, "Oh really?! You'd think we'd let the humans die off? You think we're that shallow?" He shakes his head and throws her off the man. "Listen here, Guardian, we're the ones who keep the balance!" He places a foot on her wing. "So knock it off already!"
"Get off him, you slimy insect!" Marlene kicks him in the b*lls and he crumples to the floor. Singing the tune quickly and caressing the man's broken leg, he is soon sitting up in bed. Marlene rings the nurse's bell for good measure, and stomps on Reaper's chest before leaving. He won't be getting up for a while.
He groans, sitting there in the hospital in utter defeat. Oh how he hated angels. He winces as he slowly sits up, wincing a little. Great. Now his back and chest. Could this day get any better. He leaps but manages to crash in an abandoned area, a piece of glass cutting into his side. He whisks away his reaper appearance and limps back towards the dorms, hissing in pain. 'That was a low move, kicking me in the crotch…' He thinks. 'I can barely even feel my legs…'
Marlene sits on the college roofs, waiting for more tugs that day, but none come. So she ducks into a bathroom when no one's watching, balls up her dress and folds her wings into her shirt. Her back and hips hurt more than ever after that d*mnned reaper hit her and shoved her down. She's going to give him a taste of his own medicine and kill him one day, she really would.
Crashing into her dorm, a surprised Antione looks up. She's quick to hide the balled-up dress.
He nods to her. He wasn't in the slightest embarrassed about being shirtless, carefully bandaging his cut side and holding an icepack to his chest. "Hey." he says, before returning to his wounds. Antoine grimaces, hissing in slight pain as he cleans the cut with rubbing alcohol.
Marlene looks at him in surprise. "A - Antione," She breathes, "Why is your shirt off?"
"I'm dealing with my injuries. Why else would it be off?" He glances at her, his eyebrow raised. He was well built, his torso littered with scars from his past. He shakes his head, continuing to clean. "Are you going to keep staring, help me, or walk away?" He asks, not looking up at her. He winces again as the rubbing alcohol bubbles and fizzes.
"First of all, why do you have injuries, and two, how can I help you?" Marlene asked, carefully edging closer. She wasn't often alone with a shirtless boy.
He shrugs, "Got in a gang fight… the usual." he mutters, "Mind grabbing some bandages?" He asks, looking up at her, his obsidian eyes oddly captivating. Antoine clenches his teeth as he continues to clean the cut, the blood flow coming to a slow drip.
"A gang fight? Really, Antione? This town doesn't have gang fights. It doesn't even have gangs! It was listed as the safest town for teens in the world in the newspaper two days ago," She continues, putting the bandages down next to him. "You'll have to tell me the truth. That's really serious. You should call the hospital, it might need stitches."
He raises an eyebrow at her, "Who says I work in town?" He asks. Antoine hisses before taking some of the bandages around his waist. "I'll be fine. No biggie." He waves his hand. "Trust me, the hospital is the last place I wanna go." He mutters, shaking his head. "Besides, I've had worse injuries." Antoine nods in thanks.
Marlene looks at him. Something's not right about his response. And why not the hospital? She sighs.
"Anything else I can get you?"
"Uh… not really? Maybe some water, but I think I'm good." He stretches a little before walking towards his dresser and slipping on a cleaner shirt. He walks with a slight limp as he returns to his bed.
Marlene watches him totter off. Something about him makes her unable to look away. She stands up.
"Takeout tonight, I guess?"
"Yeah. Go ahead and order what you want. I'll just have a little of that." he says, grunting as he tries to get comfortable. Ren meows and Antoine sighs. "Go catch a mouse, Ren." He says tiredly.
Marlene furrows her brows. "You're getting so many injuries, you deserve a treat. Come with me, you can get something special." She twirls her car keys around her finger.
He looks up at her, "Why exactly are you… rewarding me for getting hurt?" he asks, his eyebrow lifted in confusion.
"I'm not rewarding you, I'm trying to make you feel better."
"Ah… thanks… I think?" he stands and stretches, hissing in pain.
"I could ask for more," Marlene replied, tugging on her angel flats and stealing glances at those captivating eyes and the body that just seemed to flow - STOP! She though.
He nods and walks beside her, "Shall we go then?" he asks, offering his hand to her in a polite kind of way.
She took his hand, a slight blush creeping up. "Oh - yes."
He chuckles and walks her out to the car, humming a little as he does so.
Once in the car, Marlene pulls out of campus with a screech and a bump. "I'll warm you beforehand that Hayley and I can get…reckless on the road. Hayley's the car. She's my dad's old Toyota and she's been ready to kick that bucket for years now." She veered around a turn violently.
"Good to know." he says, clenching the edge of his chair. He knew this was a bad idea.
(Im in school so ack)
"You'll be fine. Here." Marlene took his hand for assurement.
(Same)
"Hands on the wheel!" He squeaks, watching the road.
"Have you never ridden in the front seat before? We'll be - fine-" Marlene insists, making a very sharp turn. She was just making excuses not to take her hand of Antione's.
He clutches her hand. "Good God! Slow down! We're gonna get pulled over!" He looks at her, his eyes wide.
"Nah, police only ride on highways. What takeout do you want?" Marlene asked, Hayley's engine giving a lurch but still managing to whiz along the campus roads.