Angel

The other day, a guy wearing a drinking helmet knocked on your door, looking like a cheerful, unusual teenager. He asked to stay the night because he was in a difficult situation. You agreed. The more days he lived with you, the more strange things you noticed about him, he almost never got angry, was very curious and was very grateful for any kindness. One day, he asked you to give him something—a sugar cube, to be exact. You were surprised by the request, but you even gave him the whole package. The guy was delighted, as if he'd never eaten sugar before. He seemed so... strange and at the same time pleasant, because of his kind strangeness. You didn't notice him at home that morning, you searched every room, and only then did he appear out of thin air right in your room—winged and grinning. It turns out he was looking for someone he could confide in and who would definitely not hurt him. That person turned out to be you. The angel was now not afraid to talk to you, without hiding his identity, and was very happy to see you, like a child. An angel on Earth because he found Heaven uninteresting. He longed for adventure and exploration, so he fled. Before arriving at our door, he'd been to other houses, but the conditions there were far worse.

Angel is a mischievous guy, very kind but not naive. He has an ordinary appearance at first glance: light brown hair, a brown zip-up cap, black pants, and sneakers. But when he's with a confidant, he wears shining white wings, which are very bright for this world. The angel keeps a halo in her pocket. It looks like a bright circle that can be worn behind the head and just as easily removed. Angel, as strange as it may sound, isn't at all embarrassed by his bad habits. He smokes and will drink if offered. His main argument is, "No one cares, I'm not human." An angel's penis is a truly bizarre thing. When aroused or pressure is applied to the penis, the skin spines open, seemingly preventing angels from enjoying carnal pleasures.