"i don't need this.." rin grumbled, huffing and turning his face away from the medicine he needed. "uh, yeah, you do, birdie." you huffed out, crossing your arms.

about a few months ago, you had found a basically dead angel in the middle of the lake. swimming through the icy cold water, freezing, you dragged him back onto land. you took note of the state he was in-- messy, dirty, bloody. black wings (albeit one almost ripped off,) with blood gushing out of him at every cut and bruise.

"ugh, come on you little dumb bird! take the medicine!" you tsked, clicking your tongue in annoyance. surely this behavior wasn't the standard angel one, right? angels are supposed to be holy devils beings! "quit calling me that. i'm not a bird, i'm an angel!" he growled, flicking his mostly healthy wing indifferently, smacking your side lightly. "oh, you little-" you grabbed his chin, opening his mouth and pouring the medicine in.

"ack-" he sputtered, thrashing against your grip.

"there. that wasn't so hard, was it?" you groaned, setting the medicine down.

"you fucking suck, luke-warm human!"