KILL THEM WITH SUCCESS,

The gentle warmth of a cool spring afternoon was pleasant to a majority of people. The streets were bustling with activity, people enjoying the marvelous weather while it remained available. Gradually, the short hellhound managed to squirm through the crowds that clogged the walkways with a tightened grip on his phone. Despite the wonderful weather, he found himself desiring more heat to transcend over the earth considering the incredible effects it would have on his energy. A broad smile remained on Arlo's lips while he continued typing on the smooth screen, clicking the various keys to send the occasional text to his crush. Excitement was pumping through his body, adding a jovial skip to each step the short man took on his journey to Nicholas' apartment. Already, his heart was pounding and red touched his cheeks, turning them a slight pink while he pondered the extensive time he would spend in the man's company.

There was an objective, which was to cause Nicholas to blush with flirtatious compliments and the style Arlo thought would give himself an essence of cute. After the blushing competition had been decided, the hellhound has hastily fetched a navy sweater with a pair of cat-like ears stitched to the hoodie. The sweater itself was a little big in order to allow hiding hands into the soft sleeves, partially for self-enjoyment and to create a cuter impression. The hood was already around his head, the criminal cautiously avoiding any selfies where the hood was visible; it was intended to be a surprise for his crush. A backpack hugged his shoulders, filled mostly with clothes for spending the night and the date that Nicholas had mentioned. The mere thought of dating the white-haired man caused the hellhound's smile to widen and a giggle to escape his mouth in anticipation.

Loosely, the sleeves hung around Arlo's wrists while he flitted back to his pictures where his screenshot of the directions that Nicholas gave him remained. Gradually, he was growing closer to the location which generated ideas of how exactly he wanted to greet his crush. Their relationship appeared to be progressing excellently, suggesting a variety of actions that the hellhound could take towards greeting the handsome man. There was indecisiveness in choosing, the short man pondering the notion while he entered the apartment building mentioned in the directions. Slowly, Arlo opened the door, a friendly woman opening the inner one and allowing him access despite unfamiliarity. For a moment, the hellhound gazed around the lobby in mild curiosity over the inside of the building. A majority of his assassinations involved rundown warehouses, luxurious mansions or well-protected areas which made the wealthy teen genuinely interested in the living standards of common-wealth individuals.

Images of a more extravagant appearance for the lobby filtered through his mind, making the simple walls, small-scale paintings and flowers cheap in comparison. Naturally, Arlo understood the expenses that arrived with upscale arrangements, but it remained a strange world for the hellhound who was used to silver spoons and large, golden chandeliers; to homes with numerous rooms and grand pianos that silently sat awaiting a player. After a momentary shake of the head, the short man clicked the button to call forth the elevator while double-checking the directions. A ding sounded when the elevator reached the main floor, Arlo entering it and hastily clicking the number of his crush's floor. While the box began rising, the hellhound found that his excitement remained on a steady increase. It reached points where the short man began bouncing on his feet while the smile remained stretched across his lips.

When the elevator ascended to the correct floor and the thick doors opened, the criminal speedily walked out; it was an attempt to maintain proper composure. He passed by the numerous numbered rooms, gazing over them in search of Nicholas' apartment. When his red eyes reached the correct number, the grin broadened immensely and excitement increased. Before the hellhound accomplished any other task, he quickly ran his fingers through his hair, making certain it remained tidy. Afterwards, the hood with the cat ears was pulled up again while his free hand scrolled back to the messages, activating the camera. A quick selfie of himself outside of Nicholas' door was taken and sent to his crush. Before checking if the message scent, the phone was shoved into his jean pocket while the hellhound brought both hands up. In rapid motions, he knocked on the door, warranting a series of echoes through the hallway and into Nicholas' room.

Disturbing the other residents of the building was not Arlo's concern; he was too fixated on gaining his crush's attention. After reaching a little past double digits in knocking, the hellhound stepped back, pulling his slender hands into his sleeves and brought them to his chest. A wide smile remained on his face while he waited for Nicholas to answer, preparing himself to reach out and embrace the adorable man once the opportunity was provided.