In heaven, there was a very calculated system to keep things in proper condition. A rather pristine cycle, neat and organized in a fashionable manner, appealing to almost anyone.

Heaven’s angelic archivist found this important, because being bothered was one of his many dislikes. In fact, socialization would likely be the lowest on his list of things he’d prefer to waste his valued time with.

In fact, he despised being bothered so much that his frustration was clear when he found one of heaven’s lowly ranked archangels toppled into one of the shelves in the archives without any business being there. There were many scrolls scattered across the ground, enough to ruffle his wings on its own.

Giyuu brought a hand to his brow, rubbing it and glaring down at the mess beneath him.

“I’d like you to explain what you’re doing, and what multiple of my very important scrolls are doing all over the floor. Now, if you will.”

Giyuu snarled with an aggravated flick of his wings, feathers ruffled.