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"Well" He began, the precursor to a rather long story. "I was fleeing from some thugs, I don't know why in Hell they wanted me, or what for, but they were chasing me. Then one of them caught me from behind, so I whacked him with my cane." Cuspin reached out, searching for said instrument. "Where is my...?" He said vaguely. it wasn't around him, it had to be somewhere in the room. He couldn't lose the cane. That would be like losing an overly weaponized part of himself. Cusp wobbled to his feet, crossing the room until he stumbled over the object he was looking for. "Oh, there you are." he said to it, seizing the object and returning to the girl. He settled back down with a sigh, running his fingers over the many dents in the silver topper of the cane. "Anyway." He continued as if nothing had happened. I swung my cane around a bit, then continued running. I wasn't sure if they were still chasing me, so I climbed the first roof I can across. And I guess they gave up. Or at least, I hope they did." Cusp laughed uncomfortably. He wasn't going to tell her about all that daemon-y stuff, at least not yet. He wasn't entirely sure if he could trust her. She might just kick him out if she thought him a bat-case. And he didn't particularly want to get kicked out. The Hell guards, if they were still looking, would find him much easier if he was on the streets.
Cuspin ran a hand through his haired tiredly. He really didn't want to think anymore. he was hungry and tired, and he ached. "And that is my story." He said, his voice suddenly heavier with a note akin to that of defeat. He leaned back against the wall and yawned again, rubbing his eyes almost violently.
"Yeah yeah, I get it."
She didn't need to keep reminding him of the fact that her family was upstairs and were prone to waking up at any minute to find a strange boy tagging along with their only daughter. He got it. Besides, how much noise did she think a demon could make anyway? If anything, he could glide up the stairs more silently than she ever could. Maybe he needed to show her that he was skilled enough at sneaking around so she would shut up with all these warnings. They were really starting to bug him. He wiggled past her and began climbing the staircase quietly. As his feet pressed against the wood, he realized that she still didn't seem to trust him fully. Her movements were a lot less suspicious now, but she still seemed edgy and her eyes still had a weary light to them. He suppressed the urge to sigh. Honestly, what could he possibly do to her? Kill her? Like that would benefit him at all.
He turned back around so Ren wouldn't see that he was rolling his eyes. As he ascended to the top of the staircase, he looked around before asking quietly.
"Where do your parents and brother sleep? I'll try to be extra quiet when I pass their rooms."
Not that he was making any noise in the first place.
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Azazel scanned the area, nothing of interest caught his eye. Another glance around Azazel spotted a man, slightly tipsy by his posture, having a horrible fail at a flirty smile standing in front of a girl. Maybe in her younger twenties who did not seem to enjoy the mans company as much as he was enjoying hers. Azazel made his way to the two, being able to catch a few sentences of there conversation.
Man: "Let's g-get out of here."
Woman: "Uh-"
Man: "Don't you "uh" me, I got a really nice car."
Woman: "Just leave me alone."
Perfect way to get fed. Oh how I love drunkards! A smile played to Azazel's lips as he deliberately cut off the man, and whisperd into the girl's ear; "". She looked up at him, the spell obviously taking effect. She brought her lips to his and they kissed for a moment until the rage coming off the drunky were like waves of energy. It's like a buffet! "What the fuck man?!" The drunk slightly, shoved Azazel backwards after breaking away from the woman.
Rage burned at Azazel's gut as his little fury came into play. "Fucking touch me again, see what happens." A normal man saying to another man would've caused a full out fight, but when a wrath demon says it to a human something makes the human stop and think. No matter how drunk. "Fuck man, you can have the whore!" And with that the man stumbled away. Azazel's rage slightly went from aflame to a light simmer. Completely forgetting about the woman, who now seemed a bit dazed, Azazel went back to the bar. Ordering a few shots with a fake I.D Azazel listened to the music that Itzal created.
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"Hallway on the second floor. There are two doors off the sides leading to their rooms. Generally, though, we should be okay. They're heavy sleepers, which means that they probably won't notice us. All we have to do is slip through the hall and head up to my room," Ren explained in a quiet voice, quickly following the demon as he stormed past her - apparently, her paranoid warnings had served to annoy him. Really, all she wanted was to make sure they didn't get caught. It was for his own good, so what was the use in being angry? Oh well, she thought. This was why she didn't talk to people much. She could never go very long without making some little slip up and being a pain.
Once they made it to the main floor, Ren quickly came up alongside the demon and made her way down a small hallway toward a set of stairs, gesturing for him to follow. Creeping up them as silent as a cat sneaking up on a mouse, she made her way upstairs. She just hoped her family wasn't still awake, because if they were that could be rather... awkward.
As Bella listened to the story she started to get sleepy again. It wasn't the story, just something about Timothy's voice.When is was over she said, "Oh I see. That seems to make a lot of sense. Well you don't need to worry about my parents being here because they are away on a trip right now, so it's just you and me." She didn't mean for it to sound that awkward, but there seemed to be a long silence after she said that.
"Well anyway," she continued, " I guess your really hungry and I was just going to go out to eat, since it's a lot easier than cooking something. Do you want to come? I'll treat."
Do you mind if I skip ahead an hour or so? That way Itzal can finish her set, Azazel can omnomnom and they can share some dialogue ^_^))
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Itzal made her presence known to Azazel with the order. She slipped into the backed stool at his side, gazed at the alignment of bottles before them.
"Better than spending a night alone at home studying, huh?" she laughed. The bartender was back but moments later. Her presented an amber filled glass. She took a gulp.
"Haaaah. Burns soo good."
She tilted her head, placed it on her righted forearm. Her wave of curls spilled onto the bar and a lock rebelled to the center of her glass. Itzal laughed and fished it out with her free hand.
"So, what's your story aside from what you've told me? Why are you at school? Why am I your new foster parent? Azazel has a crush?" she cooed.
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