That's no human, no, Legault realizes that right away. Gorgeous wings, white and soft, are instead placed on the back of a man who appears to be as unfriendly as he is ripped. Or maybe 'man' isn't the word he should be using. Angel. He knows the religions, even if he doesn't practice any himself. His first response is a defeated sigh, but there's no hiding the alarm in his eyes, even if he's quick to tense and attempt to hide it.
"No? I might be judging you a little. If anyone ever draw a picture of you and presented it to a pastor as divine, he'd make them go back and try again. You look more almost as much like a thug as I do."
He rubs the back of his neck, remaining in a crouch. He isn't planning on fighting an angel. That would be stupid. And the safe, the safe is unlocked right next to him and he can't tear his eyes away. He's faced dragons, he's faced golems, but angels...
"And to what do I owe this...honor?" The last word is oozing with sarcasm. His time must be up. How unpleasant. His heart is racing, too, and he can't turn away. As cool as he looks on the outside, he feels frozen. Helpless isn't something he likes feeling.
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"No? I might be judging you a little. If anyone ever draw a picture of you and presented it to a pastor as divine, he'd make them go back and try again. You look more almost as much like a thug as I do."
He rubs the back of his neck, remaining in a crouch. He isn't planning on fighting an angel. That would be stupid. And the safe, the safe is unlocked right next to him and he can't tear his eyes away. He's faced dragons, he's faced golems, but angels...
"And to what do I owe this...honor?" The last word is oozing with sarcasm. His time must be up. How unpleasant. His heart is racing, too, and he can't turn away. As cool as he looks on the outside, he feels frozen. Helpless isn't something he likes feeling.