In a place we won't feel cold....
Rusty Hunt is not exactly excited to be standing just past the entrance of the Main Gauche. Sure, he wants to check the place out make sure it's okay to live there with his sister and Becky, and all that, but... He is not a big fan of other demons for the most part. Usually, because they can all beat him up and honestly, are more likely to do it than an angel would. Just cause demons get their kicks out of pain and most angels wouldn't be able to tell him from another human.
Hopefully, he can get in and out without running into any problems.
Of course, this is Rusty. Even the simplest tasks he are given tend to end in near failure.
It's really to be expected.
Meanwhile, Robin Rice is doing all that he can to make Romana as comfortable and not angry as possible in these hard times. It is not an easy task (impossible some might say) and has taken up most of his time and energy. He hasn't exactly slept or eaten in a very long time. Normally, it's not a problem, but it hasn't gone on like this for so long before. This is different. It's different this time somehow, everything is, and it's not just that he's in love with Natasha or he's run into his sister, again.
The whole bloody epic situation is different.
Not that he gives himself much chance to think about that.
He's half-asleep lying on the couch with folders and papers across his chest and strewn across the floor.
Hopefully, he can get in and out without running into any problems.
Of course, this is Rusty. Even the simplest tasks he are given tend to end in near failure.
It's really to be expected.
Meanwhile, Robin Rice is doing all that he can to make Romana as comfortable and not angry as possible in these hard times. It is not an easy task (impossible some might say) and has taken up most of his time and energy. He hasn't exactly slept or eaten in a very long time. Normally, it's not a problem, but it hasn't gone on like this for so long before. This is different. It's different this time somehow, everything is, and it's not just that he's in love with Natasha or he's run into his sister, again.
The whole bloody epic situation is different.
Not that he gives himself much chance to think about that.
He's half-asleep lying on the couch with folders and papers across his chest and strewn across the floor.