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Dull, boring, and overall not very positive was how one particularly rough angel started his morning. Out of toothpaste, and having to listen to a call about some lady needing her son to confess his sins of...masturbation...what the fuck was wrong with people these days? Regardless, he was pretty irritated at how he started his day, and opted to do his favorite activity befitting an Angel in the position of services to the people; Getting revenge on muggers and extortionists. He'd make sure to at least have a little bit of fun with it, having gotten dressed in his favorite beat up looking grey suit without a tie to go with it. Some fashions just never go out of style for some people...especially ex-criminals.

A couple of counter-muggings later, and he was starting to feel a little satisfied, counting up the undoubtedly filthy money now in his possession. Naturally, the boss would have it all go to charities or for the benefit of their little group, but there was just something inherently human about having a fat wad of cash in your hands and flipping through it. Wiping a line of blood from the side of his mouth from an admittedly great punch from one of the street toughs, Suisei figured that now was the proper time to head on back. It was like...ten, but hey, who doesn't like brunch? In spite of how much shit he often gave the other members of the Saints, there seemed to be an increasing attention to detail in the food he'd bring being just how they liked it. No onion, extra tomato, jam instead of syrup, he was awfully thoughtful in his orders...Though if they weren't hungry or didn't want it, he'd most likely give them more shit. Paying up with a wad of liberated money, Suisei strapped up the takeout Brunch on the back of his Sacred Gear, thankfully enough just looking like a badass motorcycle. Diners like these were a dying breed, especially ones that served such damn good breakfast, and as such Suisei felt they deserved a bit of the wealth.

Returning to the building with his arms full of food, he'd begin passing it out, kinda being the last one in there. [color=FFE4B5][b]"Alright, here you go Alice...Schwarmentitle...Surial...Alex...Chris...Haruna..."[/b][/color] he said, having a fairly neutral expression as he passed the food out, before glaring at Teshiko. He'd made it not secret that he wasn't the biggest fan of her due to her sudden return to their side, but did his best to not try and fly off the handle every time he saw her. [color=FFE4B5][b]"...Oyakodon. Enjoy."[/b][/color] he said, probably resisting the temptation to throw it in her face as he pushed it into her arms, heading off to sit down with his own beef bowl. [color=FFE4B5][b]"Wasn't sure what you wanted Boss, so I just got you an omelette with the works. Oh, and we received a VERY generous donation from some kind gentlemen I met on the streets. Real nice guys."[/b][/color] he said, taking the remaining sum of money from his pants pocket and putting it in a large glass jar that had: "Donations" written in hiragana on a sticky note. Leaving the jar alone, he resumed slurping down his food. Couldn't train on an empty stomach.