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[He smiles a little at that.]

I can't say I had to worry about the payments.

[He shrugs and tilts his head, and makes a noise in his throat.]

Too much time off and I start thinking too much. I prefer to do.

[But when he tugs on her arm, he isn't planning to teleport. He's just moving them down an alley a little, out of the way. He still doesn't like to use it too much in public.]

Alright. This works in short bursts - I can't go long distances. I'm going to put us up on the roof there. [He points.]

You can do a lot on your time off that doesn't consist of work. Try it sometimes. I guarantee you it's great.

[He's sounding far too much like her best friend at home and if he's not careful, he'll get the same yanked on the arm to go have fun treatment Angela gives her.

A glance up at the roof and then another back down at him, Angela raises her eyebrows slightly.]

Okay, I'm ready.

[He shifts closer to her, and wraps his arm around her waist, tugging her up against himself, glancing upward again.]

Relax. The whiplash can get a little intense on landing.

[He'll leave the debate about his working habits for later on. For now he needs to focus. And he flicks an energy blade from his wrist, where it looks like it slides out of his sleeve, hits the edge of the roof above, and hauls her close to himself.

In a blink, with just a moment of intense pressure, they're standing on the edge of the building. His arm tenses, and he pulls her close against himself, in case she's off-balance and too close to the edge.]

[Oh boy. Whiplash is not a thing she is looking towards. Neither is she anticipating the slight dizziness she gets on landing, the kind that makes the amazement of seeing his Nephilim powers in action fade quickly. Angela will just have to do her appreciation later.]

That was... weird. Cool, but weird.

[At least she isn't getting motion sickness. She can handle this now that she knows what to expect.]

[Well, that's the least excited reaction he's had yet. Still, he can't exactly blame her, it's likely harder on a human body than it is on his own.]

It's at least faster than the streetcar. Ready for another, or would you rather walk from here?

[Next time, she'll throw some confetti for him. Maybe throw a party too.]

No, I'm good. We can keep going.

[And that, he'd just roll his eyes at. He's just only demonstrated it to Thomas, who idolizes him, and Hange who has a scientific interest.]

Alright then.

[He gets them to his district in a few more jumps, across rooftops, and one final one back down into an alley, where Vergil smooths his clothes and exhales.]

It's just over there. You alright?

[Biased parties. They're both biased parties.

She can only wonder what the people down below are thinking. Could they even see them skating across the roofs so fast? It's not something Angela's extremely interested in asking about, but it's a thought nonetheless.]

Actually, a little better. Not as dizzy as the first go round. How about you?

I'm fine.

[Those are both biased parties, it's very true, but it's still nice to feel like he's amazing to someone. As for the people below...well, there's a reason he starts and stops in alleys and uses rooftops. He doesn't like the stares, it reminds him of being home, of eyes always seeking him out.]

I'm...I'll be fine.

[He's amazing to her in other ways. Maybe she needs to tell him that out of all the people in this city, he's the only one she subs to. Enough to stroke his fragile ego?

She takes him at his word; after all, he's the one with the powers and the know how on using them, and goes back to holding on tight for the rest of the trip.]

[Oh, he would love to hear that, and if she ever chooses to tell him, it will stroke his ego for sure.

Once they arrive at the coffee shop, he takes hold of her hand and leads her to the cafe, heading inside and holding the door for her. His teleporting doesn't do anything to him - no discomfort. It's all about what he asked her out to avoid at home that's making him uncomfortable.]

Let's get a table. What would you like?

[Ducking inside she moves to grab them a table off to the side and out of the way. Nice for casual chatting without having to raise their voices to be heard over the din.]

Coffee, for now. Milk, six sugars.

[He heads after her, and settles down across from her, and when the waitress comes over, he orders her coffee and an americano of his own, as well as a piece of angel food cake with strawberry, before glancing over at Angela and raising a brow.]

Sure you don't want something else?

I'm sure. I'll just jack you for your strawberry when you're not looking.

[With their on and off again financial agreement, Angela is actually being honest about not wanting anything at this moment. Maybe later (when she doesn't really steal his garnish) she'll get one of their chocolate tarts with a ridiculous amount of whipped cream on top, but she just needs to be caffeinated above all else.

She holds up a hand, conceding any impression of pride she's giving off.]

I know, I know, but I'm not doing the nursing a drink thing again. I honestly just want the coffee right now.

It's fine. Whatever you want.

[When the drinks come, he picks his Americano up and takes a long sip, eyes half-closed, exhaling softly after he finishes, and looks down at his plate.

He isn't sure where to start. He doesn't usually have conversations about his feelings, but the truth is, he just wants distraction.]

Tell me, what've you been up to? You've moved up in the world?

[She can give him distraction, up until she catches a sniff that something is off with him.]

A little. [A quick stir of her own drink and she's taking a sip before continuing.] Only level three, so not much of a difference with anything right now except I get a small raise at a job I still hate and my phone turns on, but goes into pissy mode whenever I want to do more that look my contacts list. The new place belongs to Suzanne since she got to two before I did and she really wanted a roommate.

It's better though, at least?

[He ducks his head and offers her a little smile, sipping at his Americano again. He watches her, then stirs his own drink, fidgeting movements, trying to keep his hands busy.]

More will come with time.

Better but you know I have problems with patience. It's not so much the financial stuff anymore, I just want my pictures before I forget what my family looks like.

[She knows she's being dramatic so she laughs at herself, not in anyway serious. Homesickness is a thing, but she'd have to have a brain transplant to forget what her surrogate family looked like. Their faces are indelibly imprinted in her mind. Angela wouldn't mind hearing their voices on her voicemail though. That would be nice.]

What's been up with you, Mr. Workaholic?

[He makes a soft half-smile at that. Family. He misses Dante, abruptly, very much. Misses having someone from home who understands. Lady is close, but it isn't the same.]

I know that feeling. Thankfully I took a few photos of my brother before he left.

[An exhalation, and when she asks that, he delays by taking another sip of coffee.]

There's a new occupant in my house. That's why I wanted to leave.

[Ah, Dante. If she could bring him back for Vergil, she would. No one should have had to go through what he did.

Mid-sip, Angela tilts her head in confusion.]

Thomas?

No...

[He shakes his head, and exhales.]

Though he moved into my room, recently, from the apartment, that's not what I mean.

It's...complicated.

[So there's a third party in the house, somebody that rubs Vergil wrong, that much Angela can parse out. She can tell he wants to get a weight off his chest, but something's stopping him. The conversation could be dropped and forgotten here, but she wouldn't be Angela if she didn't push.

She sets her cup aside and leans him, voice gentle as she puts her hand on the back of his.]

You can talk to me, you know.

[There are a few other people in the house besides him and Thomas now - Harry, and Lady, but they didn't matter. He exhales, takes another sip of coffee, and avoids her gaze for a few moments before he glances up at her.]

I know.

[He exhales again.]

I didn't explain to you properly...what Thomas and I are. Did I?

You told me he was your pet.

[She drops her voice a level, just so his business isn't being splattered in the street, idly playing with a napkin she plucks from the tabletop holder.]

To be honest, I had feeling he was something more than just a pet when you explained him to me, but I didn't feel like it was my business to know? But I'm going to guess you are an official couple.

He is more than a pet. He's...

[He nods, after a moment, then sips at his coffee again, draining it to the halfway point.]

He's my partner. It's been a few months now. Someone he knows from home has arrived, though, and he doesn't understand homosexuality, or so Thomas assumes

[He frowns a little, glancing to the side.]

I'd just gotten to the point where I could freely admit what we were, and now I'm forced to hide it in my own home.

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