Abbadon smiled as he watched Eve. She seemed to want to say yes. Adam, on the other hand, was getting in the way. "She wants me to call her." he smiled, glancing at Ulrich. "Did you hear that?"

"Do you have her number?" Ulrich asked, smirking.

Abbadon slapped his forehead. "Who does have her number? Except Adam. I don't think he likes me."

Ulrich facepalmed at his friend. "Why are you always flirting? Don't you want to at least get your life set up first?"

"I have my parlor. I have a steady place to live. I have two jobs. How is my life not set up?"

Ulrich opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. With a frown and a grumble, he stomped upstairs, slamming the door to their room.

"And he's locked me out again." Abbadon frowned. With a shrug, he sauntered outside, spread his wings, and took flight.

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Abbadon returned a couple hours later with a sigh. Ulrich was sitting at one of the tables, drinking some ale slowly. Wordlessly, the half-dwarf held up a slip of paper for his winged friend. The other half-breed grabbed it as he passed, reading it with a smirk. He didn't have to say thanks now.

Once in the privacy of their room, Abbadon pulled out his phone and dialed Eve. He didn't know if she would answer or not but he had a message ready for her if she didn't.