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Ryker paused for a moment when he heard that.

"Hm." he muttered.

"I see." he said.

"Yeah, sure, you can use my arm." he told him, getting closer.

'Yep, my mind's made up.' he thought.

"How far do you wanna go?" he asked.

"He refuses to talk to us." he responded.

"He's trying to hide you from us." he went on.

"And it's clear that he's adamant about straying from the path of the archangel, and engaging in scandalous behaviour." he continued.

"So I'm here to make sure you know to stay away from him." he growled.

"In the name of the archangels, I, Gabriel, will make sure you learn this lesson."

The man stepped inside, making sure the door was shut when he did.

He then looked to her as they went further into the house, shaking his head.

"No." he replied.

"I will not partake of that." he told her.

"We need to talk about my brother." he said.

"And how it is NOT all right that you've been seeing him as often as you have, under the circumstances that you have been, and the nature of these rendezvous." he went on.

"You are ruining him, and committing a sin against Heaven above."

"Huh?" Ryker muttered.

"Uh.... okaaaay..." he said.

"Right then, you want to go for a walk?" he asked.

"Hm. That should be able to be done..." he muttered.

"I mean, the stuff you're hooked up to will have to come with, but you should be able to walk around." he told him.

Ryker bit his lip a little when Eke made the squeaky noises.

'Okay... that... that was cute.' he thought.

"Uh, the date?" he asked.

"Hang on." he told him, reaching over the side of the bed, digging through the bag, and taking a small booklet out. He rifled through the pages, before stopping on one.

"Uhhh... September... 30th." he reported.

The man just silently looked at her for another moment, seemingly sizing her up.

"No." he replied.

"I am not looking for Remmington, and there's no message needed for you to pass on." he told her.

"In fact, YOU are the one I'm looking for." he then said further, his eyes narrowing, and his voice acquiring a very dark and ominous tone.

"We need to talk." he told her.

"NOW."

Uriel tried his best to hide the fact that he liked her touching his wings, and for the most part... he managed it. He then cleared his throat when she finished, and nodded.

"Fair enough." he said.

"At any rate, odds are I should be going." he told her.

"I can't stay down here for very long, and... barrier or no barrier... I'd rather not draw unnecessary and unwarranted attention here." he reasoned.

-6 months later-

Over the past six months, Aimee and Uriel had met a few more times, and they seemed to be getting along... decently. Uriel was a little distant, and seemed like he was a bit hesitant to keep things going... but inevitably, he always ended up staying for as long as he dared, before putting her in the timeframe of danger.

Right now, Aimee was rather wishing for his company, as she was home alone. Vincent was in Sweden, gathering some rare herbs for someone, and her brother was at his specialists, getting some semi-annual tests done for his narcolepsy. So she was home alone, craving company.

And she would get it... just not the way she wanted. For a male... one that was slightly shorter than Uriel, but just as built, wearing clothing that was shockingly similar to his, made his way to the front door. The big differences were that his hair was dark brown, and his eyes were the lightest shade of grey, but they would still be able to pierce anyone with their glare.

He paused when he reached the door... before knocking on it... loudly, and authoritatively.

Uriel froze when she touched the wing that was close to her. His face turned a little red, and a goofy smile spread out across his face, before he shook his head quickly.

"Eh-heh, thanks." he said.

"Yeah, they're strong, but softer than most anything on Earth." he told her.

"Sleep on a pillow of these, and you'll have a comfortable sleep the rest of your life." he chuckled.

"Take a few of the end ones. They're close to moulting off, anyway."

Uriel just smirked again.

"I thought you'd like to know that." he said.

"As for you having the info, I don't care." he told her.

"It's whatever to me." he said.

He then got up and stretched out, his wings instinctively coming out and spreading across the room, and coming dangerously close to whapping her in the face.

".....oops." he muttered.

"Sorry about that." he said, withdrawing them.

Uriel just chuckled.

"Yeah, I'll bet it's a bit much to take in." he said.

"Hell, if you want, if it's too much for you, I'll erase your memories of this." he told her.

"The conversation, at least." he clarified.

"Oh, and just so you know, your assailants are getting their just desserts." he then said, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Where they are, it's... a might warm." he chuckled.

The stomach had awoken Ryker as well, and he looked at Eke with a smirk.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"I still have some jerky in my bag, as well as some fruit." he told him..

"It's not exactly a full meal, but it might take the edge off." he then reasoned with a shrug.

"Lemme know if you wanna try that, at least until someone comes with food."

"Well... that's a fair enough assumption." Uriel responded.

"And I suppose it could be seen as correct, but... naw." he said.

"She's a female." he confirmed.

"She's done well with the position as well." he said further, to which Aimee looked confused again.

"Oh yeah, there's been previous people that held the job." he told her.

"They got tired of it, found a suitable replacement, and... well... retired."

Uriel smirked a little when she asked her question.

"Firstly, it's impressive and amazing that you've managed as long as you have, especially with you and your sibling living on the streets for 9 years." he told her.

"You really ARE a tough one.'' he said.

"Also... yeah." he went on.

"You heard what I said. What of it?" he asked with a small smile.

Uriel sighed.

"Sad. But true." he said.

"The world is filled with narrow-minded bigoted individuals that wish harm on those that are different." he commented.

"But apparently she thinks that the human race is still worth something, and can maybe redeem itself." he went on, looking generally upwards.

"So, by her will, this continues, one can say."