cherry & michael cont because BETTTAA!!! @ofholyfire
"It's nothing" the cupid hums, still fighting back a smile as he turns his head to look over at the squished archangel by his side. Looking every bit as regal as he does uncomfortable. There is no doubt that this angel flies everywhere - if he doesn't just appear, like he did this night, in an alleyway. All crackling electricity and dark, looming shadows. To think of that first impression, verses now? It was almost comical how different it felt. Now Cherry was more of less comfortable with him. Was Michael strange, stiff and far too judgemental? Yes. Yet was he also sweetly clueless and endearingly curious about the world around them? Also yes.
"You really have never been on a bus before, have you" he hums, head tilting as he seemingly makes the connection himself. He's barely been around humans at all, it seems, and to Cherry that was just crazy! A whole exciting world down here and Michael had, what? Just hung around with boring angel-folk up in heaven? Snore.
"See, this here is the district I live in" he begins, having glanced past Michael, out of the window to see that they were nearly at his stop. "That there-" he continues, pointing out past him towards a small restaurant. "The best late night chicken you'll find in the city, and they're open until 3am" he continues with a soft giggle. He had had more than a few late nights out in the city with the other cherubim and found himself needing an unhealthy, sticky chicken snack after one too many shandies!
"That book store there? Nice, but over priced. Two blocks down and there is an independent, better selection of romance novels and they even do a second hand scheme. Makes books cheaper. Oh and that café, good coffee there. Croissants as big as your head!" He chimes with a nod before glancing to Michael. "Well, maybe not your head.." he trails off before pointing over out of the other side of the bus. "I do my laundry there and oh.. that's the nearest church. Our stop is not far-" he explains with a nod before sitting back and glances up at him. "You can press the button if you want?" He offers, by way of a treat.








