The dating scene of the modern era can be an eldritch being on its own, and yet one finds themselves in a mediocre coffee shop far overpriced for tobacco stained water. The meeting was due at six, and the rotation of the planet only crept further into the chill darkness before calling a day, packing an item or two of food and leaving the rest with a wad of the implied valued paper.

The breeze was firm as the water fell politely upon the clothes and mask, a thin mist that was almost as enjoyable as watching people cower under cover to hide from it. The park deemed a wonderous place to breathe after being surrounded for too long, silently nodding to oneself at the idea. One hand would extend to take a abandoned, incomplete cigarette from a tray when a voice would call out "Hello, abomination"

The seemingly ordinary woman would hault, looking around to find a pidgeon, wet and cozy enough in the shelter of a barber shop window sill, a soft gold highlighting it from signs left on inside. The individual gave a wave back, a smile tugging at the corners of a false mouth. "Hello, self righteous vermin. What "rule" have you come to enforce?"

The bird would blink, clouded eyes weaping into the wet feathers. Angels had such slow replies, pre-approving every word. "Humans are under the care of us." it would coo, fluffing and shaking off to dry. The humanoid would scoff and laugh. "Tell J-ovva they can tell me themselves. The cosmos is not to claim by a singular."

A moment of silence as the message was passed on, shoes beginning to clack away on pavement, expecting nothing but another rejection. The phase would only repeat with emphasis. "Humans are under our care." it would repeat, plopping down onto the pavement and speeding behind as another person left the bread store across the street, cussing a storm at the weather.

"Why are you here?"

The two would silently walk down the street. An answer would imply there was a reason to begin. People would pass them. A family rushing into a car, a couple would giggle past in a rush. A mother keeping the child dry while talking on the phone. They paid little to no mind to the duo, living their lives. Unknowing.

"I enjoy watching them." The horror would reply. The angel would pidgeon coo in approval. Out would extend the human arm as a gesture of a carry, the true form moving beneath. "Come watch them with me for an hour."

"No." Was the reply, rejecting the offer of the carry, pointing the slightly too large head upwards in a snobbish fashion. "Not with you. I can watch you for their safety."

A disgusted, unintelligible sound escaped the throat as the offer withdrew. "Self righteous, as always. I'm going to find bread and throw it at you." Joked the eldridge

"Kindly do not." Requested the angel, hearing food crunch in the jacket pockets, finding the company of each other not all that unpleasant.