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There was victory found in Nicholas relenting the true nature of his injuries to Arlo. A sense of serenity transcended over the hellhound when his crush admitted to being wounded and ceased the deception of toughness in favor for informing him of the truth. Naturally, the criminal remained concerned over the injuries that the white-haired man possessed, but kept reminding himself of his own skill in hexes. The injuries were confirmed when Nicholas reached to scratch the back of his neck, the peculiar senses sparking a phantom pain in the same arm for Arlo. There was still attempt towards trying to appear tough, but the short man was finding it easy to notice that his crush was in pain from the nasty brute. How could that dastardly monster even have the nerve to injure this man who marked the definition of handsome?!

The blush that coloured Nicholas' face assisted in making the hellhound's cheerful disposition return. There was an adorable factor to witnessing the man's cheeks turn shades of pink and red that made Arlo's heart flutter happily. Each time the stranger's face would get flushed with the colours, the more determination the criminal gained to stealing the man's heart.

"Now was it that hard to admit to the pain?" Arlo responded with hints of cheerfulness in his voice. "Good, Nic! Because now nurse Arlo can get you all fixed up!"

A giggle proceeded the words as the hellhound's hand plunged into the pockets of his suit coat and produced a metal flask. Inside was the vital red liquid required for human life and for performing the hex, blood. The flask itself was a specially charmed item, the purpose being for it to remained disappeared, similar to his clothing, when Arlo transformed and to return when the small man returned to human form. The red eyes of the criminal searched the area, finding the snow laden ground to be a problem considering the nature of liquid and snow. A few steps were taken away from Nicholas as the hellhound summoned fire beneath him and began working towards making a dry patch amidst the winter atmosphere. While his crush was typing his number into his phone, Arlo set to work drawing the circular parameters and complex inner design meant for mending, clearing infection and various other implications meant for healing purposes.

When the circle was completed, the criminal was hasty to rush back towards his crush with a large grin on his face. Immediately, he noticed Nicholas had completed entering his number and reached for the phone with desires to start memorizing the connection code. That was when he discovered the white-haired man possessed other plans as his phone got held hostage and a demand was made to reciprocate the act of number exchanging. The action caused the hellhound to giggle as he quickly snatched his crush's phone and began gliding his thumbs over the keyboard to type in his own cellphone number. Afterwards, the phones were exchanged and Arlo possessed his own with the newly imprinted number that the hellhound's red eyes gazed over multiple times in an attempt for quick memorization. This was the gateway to days of digital conversation, date set up and generally working towards making the stranger his.

At the mentioning of being allowed to accompany Nicholas until the other TRS agents showed up was responded to with several excited nods of agreement. A few more minutes with his latest love interest would be heavenly and Arlo was excited for each second of it.

"YES! OF COURSE!" The hellhound exclaimed excitedly before gently grabbing Nicholas' arm to tug him towards the hex circle. "Buuuut, I have one demand. You have to come and get healed! That way you can be safe while you go hunting and be able to text me later!"

As Arlo worked towards trying to lead Nicholas towards the circle of blood, a wide grin remained on the hellhound's face while he quietly giggled. The chances of capturing the man's heart seemed to be increasing, which was delightful for the criminal who sought to steal it.

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There was plenty of joy in seeing Nicholas, although, the blush that painted his face made Arlo extremely happy. Witnessing the blush on his latest crush's face made the hellhound's heart flutter and the grin broaden. The situation was tremendous considering the smaller boy was embracing the handsome white-haired man, which was something he enjoyed. A cheerful expression remained on Arlo's face since he was pleased to have his arms wrapped around Nicholas, especially in a more public location. Increasing the amount of people catching a glimpse of him hugging his crush made flirting competitors less likely; nobody was allowed to take Nicholas from him! The slow forming grin accompanied by flirtatious words made Arlo's grin widen and a soft giggle escape his lips. There was the slightest hints of pink marking his cheeks which was shortly joined by an overwhelming affection in his red eyes.

"Yes, it is!" He chirped before laughing happily. "You're happy to see me, right? Because seeing a smile on your face makes me sooooo happy!"

Once the white-haired man's arms were around him, Arlo gently snuggled the man who was trapped in his embrace in hopes of deepening the blush on Nicholas' face. Shortly, Arlo began feeling at home within the man's arms and soon melted into the embrace. It was difficult to resist flat-out asking this stranger to become his boyfriend, although, even the whimsical hellhound was intelligent enough to know to hold his tongue. Taking everything too hastily could result in this handsome man disliking him, which was something that Arlo remained concerned about.

"You're really comfy. I already demand unlimited hugs," Arlo murmured quietly.

A smile remained on the hellhound's face while he stood, embracing Nicholas. Separation was the last desire on his mind since there was an immense comfort and warm from being embraced. The hellhound's grip was tightened for a moment until the pain flared in his scraped shoulder. It caused the criminal to pout slightly as the unfair circumstance of being unable to hug his crush tightly, although, it brought a thought to Arlo's mind. There was a possibility Nicholas had gotten hurt prior to his arrival which meant assuring the man's safety was officially took precedence. Another quick squeeze was given to the white-haired man, the hellhound staring up at him with curious eyes as he gauged his expression; the last thing he wanted was for Nicholas to act tough and truly be injured.

"Nic? Did you get hurt?" He inquired as concerned marked his countenance.

Should his crush be injured, Arlo already planned to use the blood from his scrape in order to make a hex circle to heal the man since Nicholas was important. Although, when the hellhound witnessed the man blush at his stalking comment, a giggle escaped his mouth; this man was adorable when his face was flushed red. More soft laughing proceeded after the white-haired man spoke about the implications of what the criminal had stated. Instantly, Arlo's lips drew up into a flirtatious smirk as his mind ran through the various pick-up lines he could utter to his handsome man. The objective had not changed which was to claim this man as his and possibly get a slow dance with him (or even more time in general).

"Buuuut Nic, you already committed a crime," Arlo began. An innocent appearance crossed his face as he stared up at Nicholas with wide, red eyes. "I must say though, you must be an amazing thief since you stole my heart from across the room."

After making his flirtatious comment, the hellhound began joyfully giggling again. The amount of affection Arlo was displaying was with the intent of making his feelings obvious. He could not allow anybody attempting to steal Nicholas from him, which meant working swiftly and diminishing hopes through openly displaying his affection. When asked about the kissing booth, the criminal giggled and snuggled his crush more.

"My relief came, so I followed," he explained. "Which means, if you don't mind, can I spend time with you? Pleeeeaaaase?"

This peculiar man who created these heart flutters and whose very presence brought anxious emotions was hastily making himself important to the clingy hellhound. Despite spending a brief amount of time in Nicholas' company, Arlo could already notice that there was something special about this hunter. The vibes that radiated off of him seemed to pull the criminal closer; almost like a magnet. Furthermore, the white-haired man possessed an incredibly attractive appearance which pleased the ravenette's eyes and constituted as his new definition of perfection.

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Whenever Nicolas' cheeks would get touched with red, Arlo's heart fluttered from the adorable appearance. Witnessing blush form on the faces of those he flirted with always made him cheerful, but seeing the white-haired man's face get painted with red was especially endearing. Everything the handsome man accomplished managed to send the hellhound's heart into a fit. As time progressed, it was becoming increasingly obvious to Arlo that he found this stranger attractive. Nobody prior to this white-haired beauty possessed the capability to make him nervous or cause heart palpitations which automatically meant Nicolas was special. It was the reason behind the criminal's determination to rescue him and assist in defeating the brute. Protectiveness was already flaring towards the stranger after the incredible kiss they shared; it caused Arlo's clingy attitude to spark. Either way, the hellhound's objective was to heroically save Nicolas, even if he was interfering with a TRS related affair, then perhaps beg for a slow dance of possible.

Leaping atop the brute's mighty back could be viewed as stupidity, but Arlo knew his enhanced endurance would provide protection. In his wolf form, he dug his sharp nails into the creatures skin. Suddenly, the brute jerked in an attempt to dislodge the tiny black wolf, but Arlo kept a firm grip. Patiently, he awaited for the brute to tire before taking his claws on creature's back which caused it to cry out in pain. Immediately, it bucked hard which left Arlo flying towards the ground. He met asphalt in a tumbling mess, although, the pain was mild due to his high endurance levels. There were insignificant scratches where blood formed in tiny beads, unnoticeable beneath the thick black fur. As the hellhound slowly stood back to his paws, quick to recover from the blow, he could already presume bruises would form, specifically around his right shoulder after landing on it. The scrape across his right shoulder remained evidence as glossy, red blood dribble down from the wound. After the fight, Arlo knew he would be required to heal in order to dance and tightly hug Nicholas without concern for his injuries. His red eyes gazed up at the monstrous creature who remained furious from the fire assault and vicious clawing. It turned to face him, Arlo growing alert upon witnessing the brute's turning.

The hellhound tensed, but soothed when a fire ball was flung towards the creature. It caused the criminal to glance around the imposing terror and notice Nicolas preparing a shot. For a moment, Arlo remained where he was until realizing that the white-haired man desired for him to move, almost like a second sense was already aware of the notion. With that, the black wolf ran, using his enhanced speed to his advantage as he sped away from the creature, avoiding a last minute punch from the brute. The creatures fist collided with the street below, breaking a portion horrendously. A few tiny specks of debris littered his black fur, but was ignored as Arlo managed a wide loop around the creature and gained distance between himself an the terror as he stopped once behind the armed hunter. He waited with anticipation for Nicholas to finish the terror off and allowed his more animal nature a moment to lick at his shoulder. It rasped the scrap marks, cleaning the blood while Arlo waited patiently, clearly unperturbed by the recent combat.

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Unlike the previous year, Arlo managed to gain freedom from the binds of his demanding criminal career to attend the Valentine's Day Dance. A soft spot was held for romance, the concepts of being loved by another individual in that sense. Although, the year prior gave the hellhound an opportunity to murder an ex-boyfriend who decided, similar to a majority of his other exes, attempted to manipulate him. Tonight, however, would be different since the small man signed up for the kissing booth. As he entered the decorated city hall, a wide lip-tight grin was on his face. There was excitement in the air upon entry, the crowd not being a bother to Arlo do to many lavish parties thrown by his grandfather. Some eyes were drawn his way as he slowly weaved his way through the bodies as he enjoyed the booming music and scent of food.

Gaining the opportunity to dress formally only remained a minor fortune since the hellhound worked effortlessly to keep an adorable appearance after dawning the suit. The black mop of hair atop his head was well groomed in its usual styling, which added to his common innocent look. As the young man moved around the crowd, his eyes flitted over the various men in the room, mentally scoring their appearances and created flirtatious plans for once his kissing booth shift was over. Shortly, his red eyes caught a glimpse of the structure decorated in pinks and reds with various hearts on it. Cheerful strides were taken towards the booth, Arlo relieving the girl of her duties. For only a few moments he appeared to be sitting down at the provided wooden stool until costumers lined up and Arlo found himself being gifted with kisses and attention.

Each person seemed to pass like a blur as each pair of lips pressed up against his own lacked any sparks mentioned in movies. There were pleasant faces and those few received a flirtatious comment in hopes of seeking them out later in the festivities to possibly see where the night took them. There was a pause as the hellhound completed another session with another individual, his eyes drifting over the various people. A longing was obvious in the short man's eyes as he witnessed the numerous couples taking themselves out to the dance floor and exchanging romantic words. Why was he incapable of possessing these manners of relationships? His eyes continued wandering and finally caught the door, where they lingered on the newcomer. Slightly, Arlo leaned in an attempt for a better view at the white-haired stranger who entered the room. Merely having his gaze locked on this mysterious man made the criminal curious.

After a few moments, his thoughts were broken by his newest costumer who received a quick said apology alongside the usual kiss and flirtatious line in hopes of his apology succeeding. When Arlo glanced back towards the door, a sorrowful, inaudible sigh escaped his mouth. The stranger was no longer lurking there and the hellhound found himself clueless of where exactly the man could have disappeared to. Instead of pondering it further, the criminal's focus returned to the line at the kissing booth; there were plenty who desired to acquire his attention for a brief session. Once again, the blur of passing faces began as Arlo started to smoothly state more flirtatious comments at the men who occupied the line up for those extensive minutes. After one particularly handsome ravenette girl who merely wanted a kiss on the cheek, Arlo's eyes returned to the line and a glimmer of surprise entered his expression.

Standing in the kissing booth line was gorgeous white-haired man he had viewed enter City Hall. The smile broadened upon witnessing the man in the line; that meant he desired a kiss after all. Instantly, Arlo's mind began rushing through his best flirtatious remarks that he reserved for the extra adorable while his eyes took a few moments to analyze the man. The TRS uniform that hugged his body, the manner of which his hair was styled, the general shape of his body and face; to Arlo it was the definition of perfection. This was a jackpot moment as prayers were mentally given in hopes of gaining the chance to spend time with this incredible handsome man. There was a silent, that was until the man exclaimed about his turn which caused the hellhound's cheeks to tint bright pink. Almost like somebody flicked a switch, Arlo found himself feeling extremely flustered as his heart beat increased immensely in pace and suddenly the self-conscious thoughts began.

The sudden ambush of emotions startled the hellhound, and shortly he leaned backwards in the stool and due to lack of backing and ended up falling. Colliding with the floor was not painful and merely caused a minor headache. Embarrassed from his momentary lack of balance, Arlo rushed back to his feet and smiled sheepishly at the adorable man.

"S-sorry.... I... uhh, your looks are so... st-stunning i-it.... uh... r-rocked me off my chair," Arlo stated in a flustered manner.

There was still a reddish tint painted across Arlo's face as the sheepishness remained on his countenance. It was peculiar to receive all these spiraling emotions. Their randomly appearance was strange and gradually the hellhound was getting concerned over giving the impression of a bashful goof in front of the stranger. He desired some moments alone with this mysterious man, and remained over-zealous at the concept of being allowed to kiss him.

"Anyways, I... um... suppose you want a k-kiss from me... right?" Arlo asked, a happy tone in his voice.

The concept was making his heart flutter, his cheeks feeling incredibly hot. The hellhound was trembling with anticipation over receiving an opportunity like this. A deep breath was taken, allowing Arlo to gain enough courage to stare back at those enchanting duel colours eyes. He felt lost in the stranger's eyes, finding them beautiful and captivating. Staring into them shortly caused Arlo's breathing to quicken, his heart fluttering a little more; he had never been this flustered before.