Working Bird || Tink & Diablo
@tink-bell
There came a time in a personâs life when theyâve grown old enough to have to work for a living. For some it was when they turned 18. Diabloâs time came about when he was around 125 years young. So, just a little bit behind the others.
Sure, Diablo could probably keep living in that cave, looking at extravagant blond men and giant lizards. But that was no place to call home, now was it? He couldnât just take a sexy one night stand to a cave. He couldnât watch television there (because hey, he liked it!) so it was a good idea to think of sustaining himself through means other than serving dragons.
And so, he decided to be blunt about it and knock on the office door of the first place he could think of: That club downtown full of hot people, because why not? He preferred to be up late, anyway.
After knocking, the still-shirtless fellow cleared his throat and called out. âHello! Anyone here? A manager or, uh... anyone?â he asked out loud.












