“If you’re going to loiter, you may as well make yourself useful.” Those words spoken so haughtily are what lead Rubicon to be shoveling in the dirt that day. Primrose’s voice still rang in the succubun’s ears as just far away enough to avoid getting dirty stood the golden haired cherubun. Rubi endured it as he was short on carats after a failed night of gambling, and the heavenly embassy was the nicest place to hang out that wasn’t after his money. Rubicon was no stranger t...