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Darlia sighed with a small turn of her head. She didn't want to get upset over something ridiculous like his behavior. And yet he bugged her sometimes. "I should get back inside."

Darlia followed him inside wondering what the apology was for. Giving it hard thought, she put herself in work to distract until they closed.

Darlia had previously finished the last of the dishes and wipping everything down. Now she made her way around the floor to sweep around the tables. She had told him that she would be a few minutes to clean up. Upon being alone she started to hum softly as she moved the broom in time of the beat. Once she was finished she replaced all the tools to their rightful homes before grabbing the key from the managers office.

Darlia walked back down the small hallway, only now just spotting him from his position. A hand flew to her mouth to muffle a quiet giggle. Minutes later once her fit had died down she walked forward again and nudged him with her foot. "Drag, I want to go home now. And I won't carry you." she stared down at him, frowning.

Darlia shook her head as she reached down and pulled him halfway. "Come on heartbreaker. " Its a long walk there, and I have to lock up still. " Not even bothering to let go of his arm, she pulls him forward towards the door. Once she had locked up she put the keys in her pocket- making sure they were deep enough to be secure. She turned towards him and peered questionably. "Can you walk that far?"

"I'm not some child."

Darlia frowned before walking away. "Says he who can't take care of himself! Honestly you're nothing but trouble sometimes. " Shaking her head she began walking. "Lets get going then." she walked down the path that she had taken that afternoon to get there.

"Dar, you seriously think that shit...?! You think just because I can't buy a house around here, I'm a child?"

Darlia's stilled and she met his eyes. "Drag that's not what I-" she was mentioning earlier when he had brought his wings out carelessly. Not once had she even thought of him being a child because he didn't have a house. Not everyone could- she herself would be out on the streets if not for her parents.

"Does the real me not even exist-"

Her eyes widened and she took a step back, as if she had been hit. After a few seconds she turned away from him slightly. "Why would you go there?" asks voice breaking. "Lets just go, please?" she was tired of arguing over something this stupid. She wondered why she tried to understand him.

"I give up.."

"Well I don't!" she snapped at him. "I can't- not now." Not when I have people that need me. Her eyes flashed red a moment before she turned away in a huff and took off running, tears pooling in her eyes. She wouldn't let him see her cry- no, that would only make things worse.