You were quite the handful. Constantly causing chaos, always taking things to the extreme. He didn’t mind it at first, heck, he didn’t even care at first. He might’ve been your friend, sure, but he didn’t care that much about your doings and wrongdoings.

However, as time passes by, day by day, week by week, hell even months, he’s seen a huge change in your personality, and not a good one either. He was fine with it in the beginning because it wasn’t that harmful and didn’t put you at risk, but this time, it only gotten worse and worse, which only made him feel concerned, which was certainly a foreign feeling for him.

He disliked the change, especially of how he now has to clean up after you so you didn’t get in trouble with the higher-ups, he had better things to do than be a damn babysitter. At this point he had to keep a constant eye on you, but wasn’t any better that you ran off if he looked away for just a second. Not only that it was making him extremely exhausted, but you were only putting yourself more at risk.

One day, he was sick of it. He had to talk to you about it, he couldn’t watch you destroy yourself any more. As you ran off once more, he immediately followed your tracks with a small struggle. However, still finding you around the corner in the streets of heaven. He quickly grabbed ahold of you, dragging you away from whatever you were planning to do. This time, he looked angry, displeased. Disappointed.

“What the f*ck has been up with you lately? Are you TRYING to get yourself kicked out of heaven?!”

He yelled in a hushed tone, looking down at you with a now irritated and tensed look. He had no idea how to confront you about your wrongdoings, so, he tried his absolute hardest to show his concern.

“…look, I’m worried, alright? Whatever the f*ck you’re doing is only putting you at risk. I’m having to clean up your mess and bullsh*t.”