It's Not A Mistake [ WhispersWolf x Dimitri ]

[Dimitri]

Yes, mail. A very useful thing when you wanted to communicate with demoniacs without causing too much suspicion. Two demons in one place caused a large increase of energy given off, and things like the internet or even phones were often easily overheard or seen. Letters though, most people of today seemed to have forgotten how to write, so Jay gladly took his advantage and used that as one of his primary ways of contacting his fellow troublemakers.

He did notice Zax's shift in demeanour, small as it was, and though he followed outside after the man without saying anything, he did smirk under his nose. "Glamorous cities are usually crowded and filled with criminals, so I have no complaints," he chuckled, glancing around the streets. It was easier to blend in with bigger cities, but that was what took away the most fun - the risk. Jay always chose towns or places that weren't too known for criminal activity just so he could spark some interest up. After all, he doubted anyone would think twice if he caused a few robberies in New York. "I hope there's a mall somewhere here though," he murmured as they walked down the street, a rather cheerful bounce in his step. "I like having lots of shops to explore." More targets is always better.

The thought of shops brought on the question of a job, and he was about to ask Zax what he did for a living, then he remembered the man saying something about volunteering. "By the way, where do you volunteer?" he asked, casting a side-off glance towards the albino. That word didn't sit too well with him. Jay couldn't understand the concept of doing work for absolutely nothing. It just seemed a waste of energy and time, and he involuntarily shook his head at the thought, wincing. Definitely not for him.

[WhispersWolf]

He used the mail as a way to keep in contact with the humans that he dealt with in the volunteering he did, and any other offers or bills he might have. He used it as a very human form of communication with very few people. He like writing, and letters were one way he occasionally got to take out a pen and scribble out some words. Zax would often just write for fun; it was something he noticed humans losing the talent to do, but he kept going with it; writing all manner of things. A bit of a hobby of his, it was.

Zax listened in as Jay spoke, and noted something slightly odd about the man chuckling at the thoughts of the city being filled with criminals. Apparently this one liked trouble; he was a lot like the boys Zax spent time with at some of the houses around town that took care of, sheltered, and helped to rehab troubled kids. What was wrong with them was varied, and diverse even between each kid. Suspicion rose a little, as he knew that chaotic beings like places full of trouble and danger. Zax was just glad that while this place had issues, they weren't too bad, and giant acts of violence didn't happen all that often. Small skirmishes were common, but large enough ones to hide in weren't. Just barely catching the second batch of the new mans words, he piped up again."There is a smallish mall; nothing too impressive. We don't have quite the number of people to support something too large."

At least, that was his own thoughts. He wasn't too sure about it really; he hadn't been to too many other places than here. He had spent time among mortals, but he focused more on people; not the things around them. It wasn't a far walk to the bakery, and you could smell it steps before you got there. The windows on the outside boasted 'Fresh Daily' and there were pastries that lined shelves. You could find any manner of sweets here, and the model cake that sat on top of one of the display cases showed that they were good at what they did.

Opening the door, he stepped aside and held it open for Jay."Welcome to the finest bakery in town."

[Dimitri]

[eyy sorry life troubles, i'll be largely inactive until easter, but then i'll hopefully kick it back up.]

Jay nodded absent-mindedly at Zax's words, though he frowned afterwards. "Does that mean you volunteer in a mall?" he questioned, not having received much of a response to his question other than that. If so, the albino thought it very strange indeed - usually those places actually hired people as opposed to needing volunteers. Maybe he was out of date on that one, though. Not that he particularly cared to research this part of human life.

Although, his thoughts were quickly changed at the smell of yeast and baking bread. One thing the demon could definitely appreciate in living this mortal life was food. Food was so lovely. So satisfying. Sure they could have the odd snack back in Hell - some churning bones maybe, or perhaps some form of meat that was often fed to the Cerberi, not that he'd ever try that one. The options in the demon realm were limited and not at all tasty, and whereas most demoniacs living on Earth didn't care enough to eat, Jay definitely did. "Sounds good," he murmured cheerfully, stepping in through the door that was opened for him.

The scent of bread only increased when he went inside, and really he wished he could just steal a piece or two and make a run for it. Open thievery was a very fun hobby of his, though he had to be careful not to do it too often. He was never yet caught and it was always fun being chased and shouted at. Why, he didn't know. It just was. But alas, he was with a human companion this time, and running around with stolen bread probably wasn't a good idea. Instead, with some bitterness, the albino glanced over the prices of one of his favourites, the apple pies, contemplating how many to buy without it being too much a waste. "Hm... Lemme have, two of those," he turned to the cashier, pointing at the pies expectantly.

[WhispersWolf]

((That is alright. I understand. I wasn't worried.))

Zax let out a short, humor-filled laugh and grinned dazzling at Jay for a moment. He seemed to be in-humanly beautiful for just a moment before he shook his head and responded to the males question. "Oh no no; the mall doesn't have very many positions for that. Most people want to hire people to stay around a long time, and some volunteers are known for not sticking around." He wondered for a moment as to why Jay thought that he volunteered at the mall. It seemed a silly concept as no volunteer could find a position for long there. As they walked further into the bakery, he inhaled the smells of the bakery himself, and smiled to himself again, albeit a much smaller and less dazzling one this time.

This was one place that the angel loved to go, and would probably always frequent for as long as he resided in this town. He and his kind never needed to eat; it wasn't something they needed to survive in their 'home world' and it was the one trait that carried over when they decided to reside in the physical realm. However, Zax chose to partake in the foods because the sensations were unlike ones he would get at 'home'. Besides, humans needed to eat, and eating while he was here helped him to blend in a little more. A human never eating would draw attention to themselves, and that was the last thing he needed.

The cashier was a small, squat, foreign woman and she looked up at Jay and smiled as he ordered. She punched his request into the old register, and was about to ask if that was all he would like when she noticed Zax, and her entire face lit up."Zachryus! How is you today?"a sudden bashful look crossed his face, and he looked down after shoving his hands into his pockets. "Oh hey there, Maria." he looked back up at her, and grinned a little uneasily, having forgotten how warmly he was welcomed here, and unsure of how his new 'friend' was going to handle it."Ees this man your friend?" Zax nodded a little, and spoke up softly."You could say that. He just moved into my apartment building recently, and I was going to show him around town." The little woman seemed to shine like the sun, and she nodded. "Oh I see! And you come here for house warming gift! Best bakery in town! I'll get you usual, and half off, no?"the little woman scuttled off to get the apple pies, a half-dozen doughnuts and a loaf of bread before the thin man could respond. He smiled apologetically at Jay, and made an open gesture with his hands."I'm sorry; she's a little... enthusiastic sometimes."

[Dimitri]

Oh, no. Self-control was Jay's biggest weakness. So hearing that accent and that bad english, the albino fought hard to stop his laughter from bursting out, his lips pursed and his shoulders shaking. He stared somewhere behind the woman, repeatedly telling himself to behave in his mind. He'd probably come off as nasty if he did laugh, as if it wasn't obvious enough already how entertained he was. But damn, he really couldn't handle these things. The albino almost breathed a sigh of relief when the woman scurried off, finally finding it in himself to calm down.

"Oh.. sure," he replied absent-mindedly to Zax's words, shaking his head a little and glancing after the woman. Well, he couldn't really complain about the half-price off thing, although the amount of doughnuts she was packing was surprising. "You must eat a lot, then," he teased cheerfully, turning back to the human with a grin. "Or do you not live alone?" The sudden question came to mind, and Jay found himself curious again. He automatically assumed Zax indeed lived alone, probably because he himself had always been on his own, but there was the possibility that the human lived with someone else after all. Knowing would likely come useful at some point, information about the neighbours was always important.