John "Harley" Villetta III (breaksomehearts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-04-14 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-10 |
Well, it's not like it hurts that much anyway
Who: Harley Villetta and Chance Knowland... and the Deumos demon Chance is fangirling O_o
Where: Outside Sunny's Diner
When: Late afternoon
Harley had given his dad his word he wouldn't leave the house, wouldn't risk running across a demon's path. This promise was, of course, made before he talked to Chance. And hearing that she actually wanted to run up and say hi to a demon, like it was an actual person capable of a conversation without ripping her head off? That scared the shit out of the riflebird. So, promise or not, Harley was going to make sure his friend was safe.
Though he was old enough now to not technically have to sneak out, his big, tattooed, motorcycle-riding, possible former Hells Angel of a dad was waiting downstairs, as if tempting him to do something he shouldn't. Out the window it was, then. Stripping off his clothes, he tossed those out the window first, then shifted so he could fly down to the ground. His feathers were noticeable whenever he was in this form, but as he couldn't see his dad looking out the window, he figured he'd made a safe getaway. Pulling his clothes back on, he snuck over to his car, knowing Bubba would hear the engine the moment he turned the key in the ignition.
Sorry, Dad. I can't let a friend get hurt because she's being freaking stupid!
The riflebird heard the front door slam as the Firebird started up, catching a glimpse of his dad in the front yard as he sped out of the driveway. There was no doubt about it - Harley was going to be dead when he got home. Well, at least he wasn't going to die at the hand of a demon.
... At least, he hoped not. He tried not to think about it as he drove, the radio shut off, thinking he couldn't get to Sunny's any faster.