[5] Pad Thai Served by the Devil

"Tell me a bit about angels," Hazel asked.

The Cupboard was open for business, but of course there were no customers. It was the early afternoon, so Hazel had woken up and was now pestering Frances while they were trying to work. Frances didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, they actually looked quite happy to have somebody to talk to. However, at the subject of angels, their attitude changed slightly.

"Angels?" They asked, "There's one here in the room. Go talk to him instead,"

The human glanced over to the couch.

Atticus wasn't listening to their conversation at all. His attention was fully on Bentley, who was still buried in the cushions of sleep. A few moments prior, Atticus had noticed that Bentley's red hair had come loose from it's usual style. He knew she typically liked to keep it up and out of the way, so he had started absent-mindedly braiding it while she slept. Being the perfectionist he was, the rest of the world had practically dissolved around him.