(Alrighty.)
Eden knocked on the door and when there was no response she slowly opened the door. "Are y'all really up? Or sleep-" she spun out of there room and slammed the door shut. "Why don't you, oh I don't know, put a sock on your doorknob or something!?"
Zackary pulled away with a smile on his face, their lips only a few milimeters apart. “Great idea. We can have it there all the time, so you never disturb us.”
Eden glared at the door. "Well maybe if you guys did what you where told- you know what. Just meet me at the place." She gave the two the address and left.
Afriel looked up at Zackary and laughed. "She's really like a mom isnt she." She joked before letting her lips find his once again.
(Now we skip?)
(Yep!)
(Alrighty. To right after? When they're rushing? Or when they're at the place?)
(When they’re at the place.)
(Kk. Would you like to start it?)
(Suuuuure.)
Zackary’s wings were still twitching uncomfortably after they set up. They were spray-painted white and his wings did not appreciate it. He skulked around the little booth, tearing up a napkin in his deft hands.
Afriel put a hand on his shoulder as to try and calm him. "Chill out. You look like you're going to murder someone."
Zackary leaned into her. “My wings hurt. They are so mad at me…”
"They'll be fine. Its only for three hours." Afriel picked something of his shirt before adding, "you do look good in yellow."
Zackary huffed at her. “Not as good as you do. I look atrocious in yellow.”
"No you don't." Afriel laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek before going back to what she'd been doing.
Zackary set his head on hers grumpily, still shredding the napkin apart. He hugged Afriel around the waist protectively.
Afriel laughed quietly. "Are you trying to make sure everyone here knows I'm yours?"
Zackary huffed. “Yes. I am. You’re mine and mine only.”
"Mhm, I am yours." Afriel smiled slightly. "How mad do you think Eden is?"
Zackary crooned softly under his breath. “She should be glad we’re even here.”
"Well, its kinda our job to be here. Though I do wish we had more time." Afriel shrugged, "really wish we'd had more time."
Zackary curled his hands around her hips and swayed them in place. “We’ll have more time once we get home. Or, we’d better…”
"Mmm, yes." Afriel giggled and wiggled away. "Now, we should really be working. Don't want to gross out the guests."
Zackary kept a grip on her and nuzzled into the back of her neck. “They don’t care.”
"Alright fine, let me reframe that. Eden is walking towards us, and she doesn't look happy."
Zackary growled softly and let her go, grumpily crossing his arms. Eden could go stick a stick up her—
Eden narrowed her eyes at the two while speaking, "you're supposed to be working." She didn't sound angry, but the rest of her stance said other wise.
"Yes yes we know. Won't happen again, Eden." Afriel grinned and centered a tray of pastrys.
Zackary glared at Eden from over Afriel’s head and said nothing. What was there to do, exactly?
Once Eden left Afriel leaned on the counter and sighed. "So I guess we wait till someone complains or something?"
Zackary sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know what she’s expecting us to do. We already set up, made food and are here. That should be enough.”
Afriel laughed slightly, "well I guess. But like I said, Eden is like a parent. She wants us to read her mind."
Zackary leaned his chin on her shoulder with a huff. “I just want to hold my girlfriend. Is that so much to ask?”