Candytuft
"Yeah, well, look here motherfucker. We ain't a fucking charity catcall. The money gets sent in or bye-bye ankles. I will personally see to it, you dickless sack of trachea filth." A dull shaded monotone she-wolf demon growled, slamming the phone to end the call, leaving spider cracks and chips from the force. Huffing out a tired. "Bitch." Then shifting through her desk drawers and pulling out a large bottle of Everclear. Savoring the smooth burn of alcohol down her throat and numbing headache. Leaning back in her seat, glaring at the ceiling in silence. Choosing to ignore the phone calls and passing steps of her colleagues.
"Would be unkind to say that drinking on the job is unprofessional, miss-"
"Oh fuck, don't you start on me here, bitch!" The she-wolf sits stright, throwing the half full bottle to where the voice came from. Letting the shatter fill the room in seconds.
"Now, that is very rude, miss."
"The fuck you mean there?" The she-wolf glares at the tall being dressed stylish and stiffly in purple, boring a stare right back, unamused with hands behind his back like a posh butler in shades. Adding just as hotly as she opened her computer, saying. "You here to make an appointment or what? I don't got all day for this shit."
"A young Ms. Tari sent me to fill out paperwork for her. Should have left my name under Dr. Hes or Hesediel, I believe."
The she-wolf rolled her eyes, pointing to the side waiting, saying. "Sit and wait while I pull it up. Can't find it. Oh well. Leave. Got it?"
Hesediel just nod and did as told. Placing a bound up bag on the coffee table at the center, and just looked about the room. Remaining in line not to upset the receptionist any further to whatever turmoils she was dealing with. Hearing fingers clicked away in irritation while looking through the files. Mindlessly checking her phone whenever a ping could be heard. A soft chuckle of amusement taming the depths of anger in her face. Hesediel turning away in sparing the boiling wrath that came with a suspicion brow.
Growling, when the phone rang again, a light flashing. Pressing one of the buttons by it, shouting. "Blitzo, that fucking clown is on line two. Fucking answer it already. I'm working." Hanging up before the other end could reply back.
"Instresting art." Hesediel said, in the waiting area, standing in front of an abstract of colors, shapes, and dramic shades paintings and tribalistic masks. Leaning a bit to eye the smooth arch to one of them. A hand rising towards a bit on one of the paintings, that had Hesediel's head tilt for a better view of crude writing etched in the painting. About to speak but shut silent by the she-wolf.
"Hey! You touch the boss's stuff or shittalk it. I don't have a fucking problem tossing your ass." The she-wolf growled, crooked over her desk to fully glare at the tall being.
In returned Hesediel moved away, arms up in a sign of surrender, words trickling out in ease and boredom as the other could tell. "I was simply admiring it. A style of culture I don't see that much. If anything, I was pleased to see how well taken care of them are. That's all. Were they a gift to you?"
"Just shut your mouth. I don't feel like being harassed, ass."
"I would not. I'll leave you to it, miss." Hesediel said, eyes wandering a bit in thought to say more, but came up empty when the wolf demon spoke again.
"Yeah well-"
The desk phone rang loudly, cutting the she-wolf off from her rant. Hesediel taking the chance to sit down, and just look at the art from afar. Choosing to ignore the glares, the huff and clicked tongue. Growling in distress when pressing the answering machine.
"What the fuck you want?"
`Loona, are the Zhengcheng, Boulard, and Julan receipts in? Moxxie needs them for-`
"Yeah! There in the usual file. I was in the middle with an asshat."
`Can't be, Moxxie said they were weightloss ads.`
"I know. Just click." Loona said lamely, while hashed a hang up and got back to printing out the needed paperwork. The ticks of her tapping sounded borderline cracking under each stab. Mustering enough to say to Hesediel. "Hey, get over here."
Hesediel did as told, taking the small stack and a pen.
"Just a signature on the lines related who asked the hit. Fake it, I don't feel like dealing with with the little turd's complaints. Alright?"
"Of course." Hesediel said and moved back to the waiting area, the pen scraping against paper and odd sounds coming from the computer that sounded very familiar.
"This bitch is still going? I thought she thrown the towel by now." Loona huffed, checking her phone when a ping was heard.
Hesediel rose his head, asking gently to fill in the tense air around. "Would be a trouble to ask of whom you speak of?"
"Some chick who think she's making a difference by that crack house for losers. Every demon has a heart whatever. It's just pathetic."
"Oh? I assume you mean the owner of the Happy Hotel?"
"Who else with this goofy shit." Loona said, turning the screen to Hesediel with a roll in her eye, adding. "It's been almost a five years and this bitch hasn't learn. At first it was funny, now it's just sad."
"Maybe so, but I do see those in the area are adjusting well. This kind of healing isn't magic."
"It's fucking pointless, ass. We're all here for a different fucking reason. I mean, what tiny sin did you commit to get here? Jaywalking? Looked at a guy's ass for too long? Hang yourself? I bet the last one, you're too stiff to handled a joke."
Hesediel rose from his seat once done and settled the paper back to Loona, saying. "Actually, I was asked to come. Would you like a pastry?"
"The fuck?"
Hesediel moved and grabbed the bag, pulling out a wrapped rectangle piece of dough, thick as a brownie but layered as a marble cake, a hearty aroma of roasted nuts and honey. Holding it to Loona who just eyed him weirdly.
"What the fuck are you playing there?"
"You look stress. Drinking on an empty stomach is never wise. But up to you-"
Loona quickly snagged it and chomped into the spongy treat, muffled in words. "I ain't passing up free food. Shit. This is good."
"The recipe is very old but maintaining is the trick."
"Your work?"
"I dabble in as a hobby. I'm mostly a doctor as of late."
"Tough shit. What is this stuff called?"
"Baklava. Ms. Tari asked me to send this as a final thanks. Seeing how much she had shown progress at the hotel. It was hard to say no."
"Wait..."
"Evening to you, miss. I'm Dr. Hesediel, the resident counselor to the Happy Hotel. A pleasure despite your unwillfil to what you said about my boss. Pot and kettle, I guess." Hesediel said, lightly gesturing to the art work.
Loona leaned in her seat, dropping the remaining pastry on the desk. Eyes focusing in fear while her stance was more to start a reaction. Hesediel showed nothing of fight or flight, fixing the computer screen in place, as the last of the trailer came to a close.
"You're that angel prick that has been shacking up in hell for a while... fuck."
"Just that of a few months, not much of worth but who knows with most within different time zones. So, if it's been a while. That is so. It has been quite eventful to say." Hesediel said, catching in how Loona clenched her fist. Aware well from how it was same from her out burst. Having him say. "I'm not here to hurt anyone. Let alone your father, miss."
"The fucks I give in believe in that. I bet the pastries are poison, you sick fuck."
"Not in my nature. Poison seems likely a slow death if anything. Plus, death only stays when the clock chimes by the new year, doesn't it? Would be just a waste and, still, not something I do on my worst enemy. But to each their own."
"Big mouth full of shit if anything."
"I guess in a way." Hesediel said, rolling up the bag to keep the remaining treats safe.
She only growled at him, but he did not yield. Just stared at the other. Letting the silence roll between them. Loona speaking lowly as a threat, empty given his face didn't even twitch.
"This never happen. And do not come back. Whatever the news says doesn't change that your an angel."
"That's fine. I've become very indifferent about how others look to me. If I was in your shoes, I would be just on edge as well. If you plan to stab or attack, I would reframe."
Loona held a crooked grin, asking. "What? Scared you'll lose."
"No. Not for that reason. I would rather there was no fighting."
"Given the shit the news says about you and your kind, I don't believe it."
"I would think wise not to listen to that dribble. But then again, would anyone to that whinge? Given what I heard about what they about IMP, color me surpise that this place is upcoming."
"Like I would give a shit what they say."
"Agreed." Hesediel said with a nod, watching on how Loona slowly relaxed to degree. Taking a risk though in the next words to come, while straighten his jacket, saying. "Your boss does though. Is that part of your reason for your stress?"
"What's between me and my boss, ain't your shit. Fuck off."
"Maybe, though in a sense it common bouts in indifference. More in that when it comes to bosses, so in that about... Blitzo, was it, wouldn't have take kind in seeing his child hurt. So, for that, is the paperwork at satisfaction?"
"Yeah. So get out. I don't need your gunk jacking up our company."
"Take care miss, please to be sure to eat before having another drink." Hesediel said, leaving with the remaining treats, but left one more fresh one in a sign of peace, before soon out the door. Timely missing a tiny vase shattering by the edge of the doorway.
Loona simmered in her seat. Arms crossed and scowl in place, while eyes burning at the steam warm pastry. A bitter taste on her tongue, upon reasons that made her shoulder dropped an inch. Heaving a groaning sigh, before grabbing the pastry, ready to throw it away before grabbing her own eaten one. Walking to an office room, going in without knocking, just in time to see her boss getting done with a call.
"Hey, Loonie, how's my little hellspawn?" The lengthy imp asked with a wide grin.
"Fine." Loona started with, unsettling in ways that could be seen as ill. Adding in dry sass. "I was rummaging through the staff kitchen. The small dick was holding out on us. Here." With a loose grin, handing over the pastry. "Take it before I eat it, Blitzo."
"Oh? Then I am going to enjoy his gift. How sweet of you, Loonie." Blitzo said, overly touched and almost dramatically teary eye.
"Don't be gross, Blitzo. I'm too fucking hungover for that."
"Who was at the front desk? You were giving them hell? I'm so proud, I'm going to go shopping for a gift. Another painting or a statue to center it off? Oh, I think you'll just love it Loonie."
"Damn, your clingy." Murmuring in afterthought in angsty despite a small curled smile on her muzzle came and went, soon she shrugged finishing her treat, saying. "Eh. Just some nobody filling paperwork. Just another dull day."
"I'll make it up to you. Our next client needs some teeth action. You in?"
"Sure boss." Loona said, face remaining aloof while relaxed against Blitzo's desk. A smile unaware as the imp enjoyed the pastry.