Under your skin
By the time they departed from Anteros’ abode it was already dark. Strife teleported himself and Hermes down a few blocks on Santa Monica Blvd and pulled the unwilling Hermes by his hand along the pavement of a parking lot and off to the side of a 7-eleven convenience store where he dropped his hand to conjure a large forest green duffel bag. Kneeling aside of it Strife gleefully opened the bag and flung a white trench coat and toboggan toward Hermes. “Put it on!”