Open to Iris
As far as he's concerned, Flauros has been in this city for way too long, and it's only been a little less than a couple of weeks. Even so he hates it. He hates that there's nobody familiar here, and wishes that he would come across someone from his world. Hell, Flauros would even be happy to see his bitch of a sister. As it stands now, he has to forget all that stuff. Had to forget about it earlier as he managed to get himself some fake documents so he could find a job. No, the demon doesn't need to eat, sleep, or drink, but he wants to. He enjoys doing those things.
He searched for work, and finally found a job as a club bouncer. He's charming when he wants to be, can tell who the troublemakers are going to be, and he's got the skills to take any human, and some other things down.
Right now though Flauros is not at work. He's just finished practically racing up a tall ten story building. Out of sight, of course. And now he's perched on the ledge watching the goings on below. He can smell humans, but also other things that still make no sense to him. He's heard about the angels and demons here, but they're different; too different.
For a moment he considers leaping from the building, but for some reason he doesn't do this.
He searched for work, and finally found a job as a club bouncer. He's charming when he wants to be, can tell who the troublemakers are going to be, and he's got the skills to take any human, and some other things down.
Right now though Flauros is not at work. He's just finished practically racing up a tall ten story building. Out of sight, of course. And now he's perched on the ledge watching the goings on below. He can smell humans, but also other things that still make no sense to him. He's heard about the angels and demons here, but they're different; too different.
For a moment he considers leaping from the building, but for some reason he doesn't do this.