LOVE STUCK / private, arrow

malphas couldn't say he got along well with arrow. they had clashing personalities- an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. however, malphas didn't really hate her or anything- his truest hate was reserved for those who truly deserved it, and arrow just had different opinions than him. wrong opinions, but still.

his love for stocking consumed most of his thoughts. he couldn't understand why he couldn't get his mind off her stupid wings or her eyes, or her voice, but he needed some kind of help. usually, he'd just drown his sorrows with alcohol but he had quit drinking recently. he needed help with asking her out, help with not being the world's biggest pussy. he decided to ask arrow- she was a lot like stocking in certain ways, and so maybe she could help him?

with him, he brought a gift basket. it was a bunch of candy with a note taped to it. [i]SORRY I'M A DICK. [/b] was what the note said. he made his way to arrow's abode, basket in his teeth. he set the basket down and knocked on the door. "hey, uh.. arrow, it's me, malphas. look, i know i'm a dick, but... i'm trying to not be a dick. and i need your help with something. i brought you food." he said, sheepishly.