Marrick eyes Ky’lar before smirking softly. ❝ Okay firstly, not going to happen. Secondly, definetly not going to happen. And thirdly i’m do this on orders from Lucifer and well sorry to burst your bubble but you don’t scare me. HE DOES. ❞ Hence his stubbornness and instant refusal to move from where he was blocking the doorway. He really did not want to end up on the archangel’s shitlist today. He practically lived on Ky’lar’s and didn’t really care.

_{Being stuck in a room was on the bottom of the list of things Ky’lar personally wanted to do this evening. Yet, here he was, stuck, and there was doubt that he would – ever – be able to leave at this rate, “ You do know I sleep with the archangel, right? ”} 

_{The question, in itself, was only asked to get some insight on why Marrick – of all people – was told to keep him in his room. Honestly, he had a few assumptions, but for now, he was going to keep them to himself. “So, how ‘bout you move, and I don’t move you.”}