Shadow squirmed a bit in discomfort. Why was he always trying to touch them? To pull them into his arms? Was this some kind of gesture of superiority? Was it because he was taller than them?
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I hate celestians. You’re all pretentious hypocrites that keep a goody-goody act when really you’re no different from humans. It’s gross,” they grimaced, “and the way you talk and behave towards me just proves it even extends beyond just angels. Ugh.”
They waved a hand at him flippantly, clicking their tongue.
“So if shoving something up your ass will get you to find someone else to try to guilt into being your best friend, I’ll gladly peg you.”
“I am not trying to behave like a celestial! I am myself. I will not believe myself to be anything but human.” he rubbed his eyes.
“I never asked to be treated like a perfect Angel. I want to be just like the rest of you. Treated Like an equal. And stop talking about that! It wasn’t meant to be taken literal!”
Hot cocoa haven 