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[eatasam]

CHARACTERS: Famine (eatasam) & Kokabiel (kochab)
DATE/TIME: Sometime in the afternoon
LOCATION: Coney Island
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Potential violence and swearing. And evil.
SUMMARY: Famine catches a fly in his web.

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[kochab]

A good little soldier would have attacked then. A dutiful little follower would have run him through without thinking twice. Kokabiel knew Michael wouldn’t hesitate. Gabriel either. It was good to be a fallen. The sword moved nowhere as the man straightened, his free hand resting by his side while he waited for the other to recover. It’d be so good if he could bring this dude to his senses and see that their fight was high on the useless scale. Issue was that Famine was with all his senses right where they were supposed to.

He was beginning to think maybe voicing another time to kill each other would be wiser when it began. His smile dropped, his head turned brusquely to the side in search of the sound and it saw nothing. First thought, oh crap. Second was something about cover. The angel followed it without thinking, pushing the nearest table so it would topple and provide a precarious haven.

“Huh, you think we can go back to this once we know what’s out?” It was never smart to fight two fronts and while Famine was sort of a known quantity, whatever this was, wasn’t. Were those tentacles? “Freaking hell, really. Really dad? Really?” He muttered under his breath, trying to not ignore the man even though the window was definitely cracking.

[eatasam]

Famine, on the other hand, remained exactly where he was, only granting the window one curious look over his shoulder. It might have been cracking, but no worry showed on his face. The sound could've just as easily been the wind, judging from his expression. He glanced back at the angel, who'd shoved a table over for cover, and tilted his head a little.

Yes, a table would be excellent cover against something with tentacles. Genius.

The only verbal answer the boy gave was a "mmm" before he stepped right past Kokabiel, the thought of attacking him from behind not even crossing his mind as he made his way over to the main counter to snag three lighters. One was tested, and the other two tucked into his pockets.

There might have been a tentacle monster outside, but fuck if he wasn't going to snag lighters first.