“Stop pouting and glide back down here.”
“No!” Came the petulant answer as the angel curled up on the high cathedral ceiling out of Changmins reach. He may have been tall, but he wasn’t that tall! Her wings gave her an advantage in this moment and she was going to take advantage of it.
Elegantly she stretched on the tiles of the ceiling, wings flapping lazily to keep her suspended. She did indeed wear a pout on her lips, the result from Changmin laughing and teasing her about her small stature and which she did not approve.
“Youre so tall, you come up here Faun boy. The air feels fine!”
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"That's not true, I could be delayed in being struck down since I have hooves," as if that would stop the smite of god--but it wasn't bare feet on the floor, so maybe it'd delay something. Who knew? But, supposedly, the devil had hooves, so maybe not. Maybe he was closer to the devil than he thought.
"Arachna dont run around in their spider forms often, I didn't think," he mused, looking to the alter before heading towards it, the carpet along the center aisle keeping said deer hooves from click-clacking against the marble floor. So fancy, not like his hooves would cause damage--deer hooves were much softer than that of goats and horses, so. he'd be fine. No evidence left behind.
Pausing when he saw her begin to descend, he shifted to wrap an arm around her waist once she got close enough, hugging her against him to keep her steady as they closed the distance to the said alter. He set her down on the steps leading up, then crouched down to open the back panel; surprisingly, the wine was there. Along with those cookie things, but he didn't really like eating paper, so he left those be. They didn't look very appetizing. Only grabbing one bottle, he nudged the panel closed with his hoof then stepped back over to the fallen angel, sitting down beside her, unceremoniously plopping down before he hooked his arm back around her, pulling her up onto his lap.
"Unfairly? I guess. The antlers don't help," though it should be shedding season for those soon. He was ready for it; keeping them trimmed was a bitch.
Once he'd settled the woman on his lap, he pulled a small knife from his pocket, stabbing it into the cork of the wine before twisting and managing to pop it open without much of a fuss. He didn't want to risk breaking the bottle, so the knife was the easiest way to do this, he figured. Prying it out or using the shoe method would be noisy or a pain in the ass.
"Here's your haste, you first," Changmin teased, settling the bottle into her hand with amusement. The faun nosed against her temple affectionately, honey-brown eyes focused on the bottle, wondering if it was the blessed wine yet--eh. Blessed probably didn't make it taste any different.
