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"I don't know where I'd be without you," the man sighed, smiling adoringly down at Allison. The little cafe had become busier than ever thanks to an influx of the well-to-do who'd heard of the new trendy pastry that only Common Bliss Bistro made. Allison, always quick to help wherever he could, had arrived to lend a hand.

Harrison, the owner, now stood with him after closing as the angel finished cleaning off the outdoor tables.

"Don't worry about it, sir!" Allison chirped, dressed in the cafe's uniform of dark pants, a white short-sleeved tunic and a dark brown vest, an apron tied around his waist. His swirly hair bobbed as he energetically swiped the rag over the table. "A blessing like this doesn't come around every day. I'm so glad your cafe finally has the attention it deserves!"

Harrison's smile turned wicked as he tilted his head and looked his fill of the angel's backside. "Mm hmm..."

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"Ugh, are you done yet?"

Clyde's glared over at the two, his arms folded as he leaned against the brick wall of the café. He didn't like the way the owner looked at Allison, the horny bastard, and of course Allison was too Allison to even realize that it was going on. No matter how wise he got to the world, the angel would always still be himself, he supposed.

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Harrison's lecherous look withered as he pouted over at Clyde. "Allison, are you sure you want to go home with this....ruffian?"

Allison beamed at them both as he straightened. "Clyde's not a ruffian, he's my friend! Is there anything else you needed, sir?"

"No...no, I suppose not," he sighed, folding his arms as well. "Go on inside and change."

Clyde waited until Allison was out of earshot to step away from the wall and narrow his eyes at Harrison. "Keep your shitty hands off of Al, got it?"

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"You're one to talk," he hissed, scowling down at Clyde. "What's a thug like you doing around such a sweet young man? What sort of con are you playing? Does he even know the sort of things you've done in this city?"

Clyde shrugged. "If he learns it, then he learns it. I'll own up to it." Allison had gained more than enough respect out of him to earn that much. "But I'm not about to let some asshole hurt Al, and if that means kicking your ass, I'll do it. Happily."

"Listen to you, resorting to violence as quick as you can blink," the man sneered. "This may surprise you, but I have no desire to hurt him. Are you sure you're not projecting? Your filthy eyes only see sin, and all you're capable of is pain. Perhaps I should be the one to rescue Allison from you?"

"That won't be necessary," Allison said softly from behind Harrison, who jumped and whirled around in surprise.

"A-Allison! You're, ah, I didn't --" Harrison stammered as Allison looked somberly up at him. And then the angel smiled, and to most looking, it was his usual friendly expression.

"Please don't talk to my important friend like that ever again."

Clyde smirked, hands on his hips, and there was a glint in his eyes that seemed something like pride. "Damn straight," he agreed. "Come on, Al. Let's go." Maybe he'd even treat him to something--and actually pay for it.

"Allison, about your pay --!" Harrison said quickly, eager to keep the angel around, but he skirted past the man and skipped past Clyde, taking his arm.

"No pay necessary. Good night!" And though his voice was sweet as always, there was the barest edge to his words, gently dismissive.

Clyde flashed Harrison a shit-eating grin and merrily went on his way, leading Allison down the street. "Glad to see you're keeping that backbone of yours nice and strong. Good riddance to that jackass."

Away from the cafe, Allison let his smile fall. "Was I being too mean? I just...I really couldn't stand how he was talking to you!" Still holding onto Clyde's arm, he turned his aquamarine eyes towards him.

"What were you two even arguing about anyway?"

Clyde's own smile fell away, and he glanced down at Allison before looking off to the side with a scowl. "Bastard kept staring at your ass when he knew you weren't looking. Don't know if he knew or cared when I was watching him do it." He scoffed. "He probably just wanted in your pants."

"My --!" Allison blushed but burst into giggles. "Clyyyde! Of cours he wasn't looking at that! Why would he?" Finally aware he was still holding onto the Dae, he quickly let go of his arm and put a few more inches between them as they walked.

"Tch, 'cause... you know..." His frown deepened, cheeks turning a faint shade of red. "People think you look good. And that outfit was pretty good too, I guess."

"Pfft!" Allison covered his face with both hands, giggling more as his ears turned pink. "What! No they don't! Clyde, you know people just like to tease me! I'm not tall and muscular and handsome like the boys at the Golden District or anything."

"Everyone likes different types," Clyde replied, folding his arms behind his head as they walked. "And personalities can go a long way. Don't mix up what kind of guys you like with what other people might like."

"Guys I like?" he squeaked. "I don't like guys like that!"

Clyde snickered. "Then what kind of guys do you like, huh?" He meant to tease him, but suddenly it felt like hearing Allison's answer was very important.

"U-Um....I guess..." He trailed off and darted a glance at Clyde, then looked away. "D-Dark skin? And..." He looked again at Clyde, then away. "Blue eyes! Um, light...hair. Tall..." Another glance at Clyde. "Thick?"

Clyde arched an eyebrow. "You're not talking about that damn shrinekeeper, are you?" He didn't have blue eyes, did he? Maybe he did. All he really had to go on was Ardu and Allison's insistence that the two looked similar.

He huffed. "Though I guess he's not 'thick.'"

"I don't like him like that!" Allison protested, making a face. "He's like my dad!"

The annoyed scowl that Clyde had unknowingly put on lessened, replaced with an expression of confusion. "Ardu?"

He shook his head, hair bouncing. "No way! He looks too much like Bardel..." He smiled, lacing his hands behind his back. "...honestly, maybe looks don't matter too much to me? It's more who a person is. Then however they look just ends up being attractive."

Clyde scratched his cheek. "Makes sense to me." He'd always found it hard to fuck anyone who was too much of a jackass. Sure, sometimes it could be fun, in that rough sort of way, but there was never anything more to it, and most of the time he found himself wishing it would end so he could just get whatever he had wanted from them in the first place. It wasn't exactly what Allison was saying, nothing even close to real love, but it was the kind of sentiment he could get behind.

"So I guess I should have asked you about personality traits instead, huh?"

"Why are you so interested?" he shot back in one of those rare moments when his innocent eyes seemed to see things a normal person wouldn't pick up on. He watched Clyde closely as they walked down the road, expression unreadable.

"Tch, I'm not interested!" Clyde shot back a little too quickly, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his shorts and glaring ahead. "Was just curious is all. It came up naturally. Sometimes guys want to know what other guys find hot, okay? Nothing wrong with that."

Once more, his cheeks were tinged pink.

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