Adam didn’t find his words funny. Another time, another place, he might of, but not today. He let out a low breath and crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn’t too keen on getting well acquainted with how Hell operated. He had tried to stay pretty clear of Heaven when he was human and history had a habit of repeating itself. His eyes narrowed at the mention of ‘respect.’
He also didn’t want to start making any enemies either.
“Give a little, get a little. So that shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”
“Perhaps.” A simple word, nothing more, and nothing less. In another time, maybe Ky would have been decent, but he wasn’t in the mood to be. No, he learned that the best way to gain respect – in hell – was to be brutal. It didn’t matter how kind you were or even if if you had a trace of mercy. Demons would use it against other demons. A reason to why he always had to keep on his toes around anyone from hell – especially Demons. “Only time can tell.”
“I’m gonna let you know now, that I’ve never been a fan of the monarchy system. So if you want me to like, kiss your ring an all that jazz. I’ll just save that disappointment for ya now. Deal?” @hellfirebound
“i’ve never been a fan of waking up in the morning, but i still have to do it,” he said far more bluntly than needed. “nor have i ever been a fan of big ceremony.” especially when he wasn’t well liked. “i just would like some respect, understand?”
He couldn’t shake the felling the other fella was around still. His back was turned, arms draped over the edge of the truck bed as he worked on pulling a few items out of it. If he wasn’t going to actually change the oil, he might as well look like he was gonna do it. Loitering in general looked suspicious enough as it was. Keep your head down, keep quiet, and keep going. He was hoping this would just blow over. Firearms and gas stations were never on his high list of favorite situations.
Adam didn’t flinch as the other spoke. He looked over his shoulder and tried not to wear the most expression he could muster. His hand wrapped around one of the oil containers he had brought for the trip. The image of smacking the guy in the head with it sprang to mind…too sloppy though. He tossed the item back and forth slowly between his hands. “I got a minute. What ya need?”
ironically, there were many things he needed, but none of them were here nor there. if he was being honest with himself, maybe ky’lar should have kept himself far away —- took a distraction of a deal rather than coming here. as it stood, every fiber of his being was telling him that something was wrong; it could have just been off, but he couldn’t place his finger on it.
not truly at any rate as the demon took in a controlled breath and let it out slowly,
❝ i’m lookin’ for someone. ❞ he slipped easily back into his accent: not out of necessity, but it was easier to do so when he got uncomfortable or didn’t know everything about the situation,
Hellfirebound 