malphas couldn't say he got along well with arrow. they had clashing personalities- an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. however, malphas didn't really hate her or anything- his truest hate was reserved for those who truly deserved it, and arrow just had different opinions than him. wrong opinions, but still.

his love for stocking consumed most of his thoughts. he couldn't understand why he couldn't get his mind off her stupid wings or her eyes, or her voice, but he needed some kind of help. usually, he'd just drown his sorrows with alcohol but he had quit drinking recently. he needed help with asking her out, help with not being the world's biggest pussy. he decided to ask arrow- she was a lot like stocking in certain ways, and so maybe she could help him?

with him, he brought a gift basket. it was a bunch of candy with a note taped to it. [i]SORRY I'M A DICK. [/b] was what the note said. he made his way to arrow's abode, basket in his teeth. he set the basket down and knocked on the door. "hey, uh.. arrow, it's me, malphas. look, i know i'm a dick, but... i'm trying to not be a dick. and i need your help with something. i brought you food." he said, sheepishly.

Many things happened in Tanglewood. Strange things. However, never in her life did she think this would take place.

Stocking was, yeah, hella gorgeous. Arrow could see someone falling for her, though she doubted Stocking would take much of a liking to the idea, at least from what she say based on their personality. She supposed her and the fallen angel were friends, although admittedly Stocking was much more graceful, pretty, and overall better than she was, by a fucking mile. But maybe, just maybe, she could help this poor boy.

She was studying something when the knock on the door was heard, some scribbled notes and a book about god knows what. And when she opened the door, she was genuinely confused for a good 5 minutes. She wasn't injured or anything, so why was Malphas at her door? [color=#31b94d]"Admirable, thanks for the food. What's up?" Did she hate Malphas? No, she wouldn't say that. Would she beat the shit out of him? Yeah, sure. But that didn't mean she hated him, he was just a bit intolerable at times. But he was entertaining and somewhere in her wild soul she was...worried for his well being? Yeah, she didn't understand it either.

She moved away from the door frame, glancing down at the basket before moving it inside. [color=#31b94d]"Hey, thanks. You wanna chill inside? Unless that's weird or something." You never knew.

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the last thing malphas wanted was people concerned for his well-being. he had an extremely low self-esteem and deep down, knew that he didn't deserve people's sympathy. he was a bitch because he had to, or else people would get close. he didn't want to get close to anybody, lest he lose them.

yet, here was, on arrow's doorstep, begging for her help. no doubt this would result in some bonding. he wanted to be arrow's friend, sure, but hoped nothing would happen to her. she was too quirky, too unique. the rest of tanglewood would be so stale without her. then he realized he was thinking about all the ways she could die and became visibly panicked.

"sorry, i zoned out there," he lied, and grinned. "yeah, lemme in," he continued, once he was inside. it was comfortable here, and malphas felt like he could let his guard down. "uh.. ok, what i'm about to tell you you can't tell anybody else. i like stocking. a lot. and... i need help. she's too nice for me and i know i'm an ass- and- what can i do, arrow? how can i get her to like me too?" he asked, concerned.

This was so weird. Malphas, the nurse who hated most creatures that walked upon the earth, was in her home. And he didn't seem like his usual self anyway, to top it off. Which was both concerning and relieving. But he did ask for her help and gave her this cute little basket so it would feel wrong to not assist him in his moment of weakness.

Pulling the basket inside and closing the door, Arrow waited for them to settle in and explain his plight. And he certainly did, leaving her a little bit...speechless, maybe? Then again, she saw that dumb look on his face when she grew those wings. [color=#31b94d]"That makes a lot of sense..." She muttered to herself, starting to feel bad for the guy. Jesus fuck, this was gonna take some getting used to. [color=#31b94d]"I swear full secrecy. This is quite the interesting problem." Interesting meaning, of course, "well fuck". Stocking and Malphas were on two different playing fields she would say, a nicer way to describe the phrase "out of your league, bro". But she was gonna try, maybe this could work. Unless she didn't give a shit, then it was game over.

[color=#31b94d]"First of all, Stocking is a literal angel, but she's no saint. Don't put anyone on a pedestal, it turns them into an unattainable goal subconsciously and shoots your self confidence." It was blunt advice, but it was coming from a blunt girl. Malphas was one of those bleeding heart dudes, some tough love was going to be needed here.

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