InsaneJournal

Hermes checked his smartwatch and leaned against the fence, head tipped up to catch the summer sun. His skin never burned, of course, it only bronzed perfectly (or it would, if he was an actual Greek god. There had been a little spray tan involved that was completely hush-hush.)

But he wasn’t here today to sunbathe. He was here to indulge in a little stalkery, a little harassment, and maybe a little fun too. Lucifer still wanted to know more about the Sherwood lout, and Hermes had been spending too long indulging in his luxurious life, procrastinating on going out to see what this Stutely was all about.

It didn’t take much for a private investigator to find where Stutely worked. It was an extremely basic setup, really. Hermes thought it was kind of ugly and he would have done way better, but beggars couldn’t be choosers now, and Stutely was pretty close to being a beggar. Comparatively, anyway.

This bullshit with Clio was a perfect entry into Stutely’s life, though. The demon couldn’t give two shits what the muse thought, but pretending he did in order to bother her boyfriend was perfect. Stutely would never know it was actually him who Hermes was focused on.

It was about lunchtime now. Hermes waited for Stutely to step out for his break, holding two coffees in his hands. It would be very poor form for an offering like that to be refused. He’d even discovered what Stutely’s coffee order was from the nearby cafe. Who could say no to that?