An Annoying Drabble about a Cherub-Man- in which the Cherub-Man becomes Annoyed:

“Your wings can’t possibly be big enough to take you anywhere. If anything, they’d slow you down. I mean, they’re not even half the size of your back! I bet that would get annoying. Do you cut holes in your shirts or is there some sort of ‘Little-winged Persons” store?’ Oo, if there is, I bet it’s more expensive because-”

“Would you please stop talking about my damn wings?” The angel wasn’t sure how the kid had any breath left.

“I thought angels weren’t supposed to curse. Or maybe that was just something I heard on the streets. There’s some crazy stuff on the streets, y’know? Not as crazy as you. I mean, you have little- what’s the word- oh! You have little cherub wings.” They laughed. “Like the little angel babies that you always see painted on clouds? Wait, do baby angels actually look like that? I bet so. I bet that’s why your wings are so small! They like...stopped growing or something. Hey!” The kid had been so busy talking, and staring at their moving feet that they hadn’t noticed the gradual, growing distance between them and the angel. “Wait up!”

“If you don’t stop insulting my body, I’m going to throw you off a cliff or something.”