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For some miraculous reason, Aki Hayakawa and his devil partner did not need to go on patrol today.
Why?
“Ms. Makima didn't give a reason.”
“That's unlike her… So what do we do now?” Angel asks, walking beside Aki.
“Stay in the office until someone needs back up. That's my guess.”
“Ehh… Actually, that's not bad at all.” as Angel replied in relief, the both of them reached their Division's office and swiftly opened the door.
Not being on patrol was good news for Angel, but bad news for Aki.
He got stuck doing mountainous amount of surprise paperwork instead. If he could, he would make the devil do half of it but-
“Devils aren't allowed to handle paperwork.” said Angel, slumped over his seat.
“I didn't say anything?” a dumbfounded reply from Aki and a look to the devil.
“You were going to, I can feel it.” said devil reply and glances back at him then back to the pencil he has been trying to spin.
Another hour has passed and Aki wonders where the hell did all these paperwork come from because the stack of paper does not look like it is moving at all.
Probably the workings of some paper related devil.
“I'm bored” sighed Angel, “Are you sure I can't take a nap here?”
“If Ms. Makima comes in here and finds you sleeping, there's no knowing of what may happen to you.” Aki retorts, focusing on his ridiculous amount of paperwork.
Another sigh from Angel.
“At least pretend to be busy.”
“Fine… Do you need that?” Angel points, never extending his hand out, to a spare sheet of paper.
Aki looks up from his workload and passes said sheet of paper to Angel. He goes back to workload.
Aki is sure to have neck pains after today. He stops his work to stretch and notices Angel is drawing something. He can't really tell what it is since the devil's wings are blocking his view. So, he asks-
“Can I see that?”
“Huh!?” catching Angel off guard as his wings reflexes back to it's original position.
“Oh, umm… Lemme just…”, his wing goes back to shielding the drawing and sounds of an eraser on paper can be heard before blowing the eraser dust away.
Relaxed, the Angel Devil slides the piece of paper towards him.
It's a simple drawing of two stickman people holding hands in front of a house and off to the side was another stickman in a cell.
Aki points to the stickmen holding hands. One with a stern expression and a stubby ponytail on the head. The other with a neutral expression, halo above the head, long hair and wings behind the back or the straight line that constitutes for one.
“That's us,” Aki states. He can't help but notice two things, how the hands are drawn as circles with his stickman's coloured black, "for gloves" he thinks, and the faded marking of a heart on top the two stickmen.
Angel hums in reply, resting his head on his hands.
Now pointing to the third stickman, “And who's that in the cell?”
“Makima.” Angel replies in a deadpan manner.
What. “Why?” the second dumbfounded reply from Aki again.
Angel sends out a small giggle.
“Why not?”