An Evening Walk (open)

[Azazel Mustisson]

He shrugged. Figures, they weren't exactly friends, merely acquaintances from odd circumstances. Azazel wondered if their paths would ever cross again. He looked around, wondering just what sort of establishment this was, and the people who frequented it. It seemed to be a sports bar, which made him cringe. He resumed his homework. Unlike most his age, he didn't simply do his work out of the given book. He ventured through several texts on the subject, in order to make very informed papers, and cutting out the need for a tutor.

Before too much longer, the waitress reappears with their drinks, apologizing to the men for making them wait. Azazel merely waved her off, not looking up from his books, scribbling notes as he sipped his drink, before pausing and making a face. "Too much carbonation." He grimaced, returning to his water.

[Ichabod]

Ichabod shrugged to the waitress to let her know that he didn't understand the kid nor did he really care much. He palmed his beer and smiled and thanked the waitress for her service. He carefully watched the young boy as he worked on her homework but also made sure he look a glance around the room for any threats.

There was nothing urgent here, just a bunch of party-goers and diners enjoying there food. It had become instinctual for him to take count of who and what is in the room in case of danger. He had a fair amount of attacks set out on him while he was younger so he trained himself to be cautious over the years so he makes note of all the people coming and going in any establishment that Ichabod goes into.

He sipped at his beer and took his eyes off the people and focused on the television over the bar. He couldn't hear much over the people around him but it was enough to know that it was a recap of a college sports team. He took another long sip and sighed happily from the slightly bubbly burning sensation as the cold beer ran down his throat.

Ichabod heard the boy speak, not taking notice of what he said, "What was that?" He look back to the young boy.

[Azazel Mustisson]

He glanced up, seeing as the man didn't initially care, and just ignored it for the most part, sticking to water and doing his homework. It wasn't of much importance what he said anyways, and mumbled a 'nevermind', as he continued his work. Everyone else was minding their own business, although some unruly rednecks at the bar were making a ruckus as the bartender cut them off. They were already pretty drunk, as a few of them were already stumbling and heavily slurring their words.

And all it took was for one of them to look over to the table where Ichabod and Azazel were sitting to determine their next targets for harassment. They stumbled over, knocking over the chairs in their way and circling their table. "Whaddya faggots doin' at er ber? Who sez you can come in 'ere and stink up da place with yer homoness?" He hiccuped and burped, spewing noxious smells and causing the youth to glare.

[Ichabod]

He watched as the man walked up to the boy. Ichabod knew when to step in and take control but was interesting to see what was going to transpire. Of course, it anything happened to the kid he would take responsibility for what happened. He took a sip of his beer and watched the barman taunt Azazel with no emotion on his face. He could smell the odoriferous scent coming from the man and growled in consternation.

The boy had a way about him that made him lethal, not by strength but something more stealth-like. Though Ichabod put the kid in this type of situation, he was very interested in what the kid will do on his own.

[Azazel Mustisson]

Seeing that Ichabod wasn't going to handle this situation, Azazel turned to the man with a cold gaze. "The only one 'stinking up the place' is you and your rancid breath. We all know you're just too much of a pussy to pick a fight with the bartender, so just fucking leave. You don't own this place, so we have every right to be here. Besides, if you're so much of a man, why are you picking a fight with a kid and a man, and outnumber us? I think you're a little bitch."

"Whatchu jus sayta me, boy?! You fucking queers need to learn your place!!!" He slammed his fist on their table, with all the finesse of a gorilla, and tried to punch the boy in the face. Quick as a snake, Azazel picked up the steak knife and stabbed it into his hand, wrenching it out as the man recoiled and cried out. Another man yelled and reached to grab Azazel's hand holding the knife, but with his other hand he succeeded in jabbing the prongs of his fork into the meat of this bicep, causing him too to let go and jump back. "Anymore smart decisions there, dumbass?" He sneered, wiping the blood off his steak knife with his napkin.

[Ichabod]

Ichabod raised a brow to his new friend and smirked. "The serpent strikes." He said silently to himself. He saw the man with the injured arm try to throw a punch that could have been seen a mile away.

Ichabod moved gracefully as he placed his brew down and caught the flying punch in the air and used the momentum of the large man to throw him past a table and into the wooden bar, if listening close enough you could hear a crack noise. He turned to the other name, looking as if he was ready to deal with him as well. "Well?" He motioned, "Am I next or do you want to get your ass handed to you by a homosexual?" He wanted to stress the last word to make it known that the boy has the ability to take him down no matter his sexual orientation.

He meant the words in the most kindly of manner. He knew several different types of people in the world and there are a lot more dangerous people in it than the LGBT Community. Most of them are very nice, some hot headed but nothing to bothersome.

[Azazel Mustisson]

He was not objecting to his new friend's sudden involvement in the fight; in fact he was relieved. The original drunk with the now bleeding hand whimpered and cursed, flipping them off with his good hand and screaming. "Fuck you fucking faggots!" And ran off. The other guy wasn't quite as mobile, and lay groaning and crumpled at the bar. The bouncer called an ambulance, and the barkeeper gave a nervous nod towards them.

"We're sorry about that. Please let us take care of your bill this evening in exchange of settling this embarrassment." Azazel nodded. "Do you mind bringing me a new set of utensils? These have blood on them."

The fact that the boy was gay meant he was even more aware of blood-bourne illnesses than most, so he preferred not contracting whatever the redneck may have had. "Also the syrup on the dr. Pepper is out. Do you mind making me a new drink?"

[Ichabod]

Ichabod chuckled slightly as he saw how calm the boy was being. He watched as the bouncer called for the ambulance. He finally turned back to Azazel and spoke, "You doing alright, kid?"

He pulled his beer closer to him and took a long full on the slowly warming draft. He sat down moving his chair underneath himself. "You don't seem to be shaken at all"

[Azazel Mustisson]

His calm demeanor was how he treated most people... Not predators larger than him in territory they knew better than he. "Not a bit. But then again I didn't have a giant doggy sneak up behind me." He smirked wryly, accepting the new knife and fork that he was given.

"I also know my way around humans in the city than in the woods. My family never realm got out much."

[Ichabod]

"Wolf, please. Major difference in the way our kind use to do things." He was a little unnerved being call a dog, dogs are dependent on there human companions, wolves on the other hand take charge or there surroundings if they chose to do so. "Wolves lead, dogs follow." he growled lightly.

"When you are over 500 years old, you have a tendency to learn all types of terrain not matter if it was your own or others." Since many species of life have come and gone over the many years, he had made mental notes of what types are where or rather were. Ichabod smiled showing more teeth than necessary.

[Azazel Mustisson]

He smirked at his indignance, and how uptight the man became. "Calm down, fluffy butt. I was trying to make a point." He kept smirking, taking a sip of his drink, before raising an eyebrow. "500, huh? That explains a lot. So around what year did you become a grumpy old man?" He laughed a bit, though he calmed a bit.

"I'm joking of course. And I'll have to keep that in mind, next time I decide to go explore. Unless you don't mind holding my hand and showing me around." Clearly he was a brat, but in some aspects he was sincere.

[Ichabod]

Ichabod put a finger to his chin, "Oh, I would say about a few hours ago when I save a cocky little shit student from the cold weather." He laughed out loud looking at the boy and taking another swig of his beer nearly emptying it.

The bartender was either watching and waiting or he was being a good man because Ichabod dealt with his riotous customer. He had gotten Ichabod another beer without being asked.

"Don't get me wrong, kid. I helped you out but that was out of an obligation to your Principal. He has a lot of thinks on his mind as of late..." He thanked the bartender for his refill, "And Mr. Kinzoku doesn't need to have a dead student reported to the media, giving him another reason to worry." He sipped at the cold draft again. "He does more than you know and not many people know about half of what he does."

Ichabod was not mad or chastising the boy in any way, only pointing out that it was a matter of convenience that he was there at the right time. It was all luck, of course it wouldn't have escalated that quickly if he wasn't joking around with the kid in the woods.

[Azazel Mustisson]

He merely laughed, being careful not to snort his drink. Setting it down, he shook his head to rid himself of the intense laughter. He next words sobered him a bit, but he still had a bit of mirth in his eyes. He nodded. "You have no idea how much I owe to Kinzoku.... Even if the only obvious thing is running the school and keeping it open so kids like myself don't have to worry about being circus attractions or freaks in a cage. Or worse. I don't know what I'd do if the school wasn't here...." His words held no humor, only gratitude, and a bit of sorrow. Clearly, not all the students from the school came from the best backgrounds.

He took another drink and lightened up. "Though, coincidence or not, I am grateful, even if it was because of soft, warm fuzzy fur." He smirked, sticking his tongue out a bit, at least that was normal. It wasn't much longer that the waitress brought out their food, and boy was Azazel hungry. He didn't wait for Ichabod to eat, and went to work destroying the steak and wings.

[Ichabod]

Ichabod could recipricate the feelings the boy had on the situation. He has no words only an accepting grunt and nod.

He could tell the kid was being snarky, "Fuzzy..." He laughed out loud. "I do try to keep myself properly groomed." Ichabod ran a hand through his hair out of curiosity, just making sure he was clean or not. Luckily for him, he was.

With the slight show of vanity, he saw Azazel was already chowing down on his food. His eyes widened at the plate and smiled, "Finally." He was about to pick it up and realized he was in a public place, he settled himself to using a fork and knife. He cut and bite and enjoyed the juicy steak savoring the flavors and seasoning.

[Azazel Mustisson]

He smirked between bites, swallowing a mouthful of bacon wrapped filet. "I can tell. Your undercoat is rather luxurious, I dare say. Maybe you wouldn't mind shaving a little off every now and again to make coats to sell? They'd probably fetch a handsome price during winter." He smiled and started on his wings. He enjoyed the spicy flavor, as he enjoyed most warm things. He finished a few, beginning a pile of completely cleaned bones. The boy was ravenous- horrifically so. It didn't help that he had a fast metabolism, so he had to eat almost twice the "normal" amount of a full grown adult male just to be sated for a single meal. And he didn't pack anything on at all- while he wasn't skin and bones, he was lacking fat on his body.