they argued my right to ascension

Davante's assurance that he had merely been attempting to humour him at his original mention of working at such an establishment is met with a look of momentary surprise, this note of humour evidently missed by the often standoffish Dark Hunter before his shoulders rolled in an easy shrug, lip quirking ever so slightly in his own vague taint of humour.

"Fast food and minimum wage- you'll have to forgive me for believing it would be entirely within your skill set."

He is not entirely willing to admit that he does not hate his warlock companion, not as much as he surely should, their last evening together having forced the blonde man to reconcile himself with the fact that he was not totally adverse to Davante as a being, perhaps he was even willing to admit the man could be humorous on occasion and yet this was the limit of his good nature in regard to the warlock. It would hardly be professional to admit any fondness for the ridiculous magic man beyond a passing amusement, his tone holding its usual measure of snark in an effort to further distance himself from the man in the same manner he is prone to do with Sera. Why he was even bothering to accompany the warlock a second time he hardly knew, such a task well outside his normal duties for the day, this detour sure to put him well behind in his schedule and yet for whatever reason he was willing to indulge the other man for now. That he may well simply enjoy the company of another human being was an almost laughable offense, his previous evening with a number of Hunters from the Council having resulted in far too many jokes at his expense in regards to his brief experience with Davante as an apprentice of sorts, the Council seeming more amused then annoyed and for that at least- he was fortunate. As for any suggestion he was lonely, that he may well enjoy having...someone to argue with beyond his own reflection or that he actually liked the other man- they were little more then utterly ridiculous. Davante was a novelty and little else, he was merely keeping his end of the bargain they had made, his sense of duty, else his moral fibre forever having been...well intact in the irritable blonde. Even if keeping his word involved a trip to a restaurant it was evidently clear even Davante could not locate.

He managed a sigh of sorts, air hissing between his teeth at the realisation he was no doubt about to be forced to drive around for longer then he should in an effort to locate the restaurant, hardly willing to leave his car in the less then satisfactory carpark let alone enter the establishment itself- eyes narrowed in ready disdain at the caterwauling of children that threatened to shatter his ear drums. He had never been...fond of children, let alone ones that made actual noise. In a different age, a different time perhaps children would have been his reality, Clara forever determined to become a Mother- after all, it was simply the done thing all those years ago and yet he was almost relieved he supposed, that he never had managed to father any, so why did such a thought still make him feel almost....uneasy? Davante's offhanded comment saw those golden eyes flicker briefly towards the warlock, arms folding across his chest to offer another shrug once more.

"I don't mind procreation all that much- providing it doesn't result in anything. Children are an unfortunate side effect I have been fortunate enough to avoid."

That it may well be the closest the man has ever come to an even mildly humorous joke, let alone the type of humour generally reserved for another man, is surely surprising, words uttered beneath his breath as he simply moved to stride past the other and towards what appeared to be some sort of menu, choosing to ignore Davante's evident discomfort with the lighting for now, assured the warlock could surely survive an hour or two beneath such obscene fluorescence. After all, Azrael was uncomfortable in the mans presence entirely, surely Davante could suffer some measure of discomfort as well? The warlocks mention of ebola momentarily saw the other man frown, eyes flickering towards the ball pit in question, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips, so sudden it was surely unnoticed before it faded hurriedly and his attention returned to the task at hand, seating himself in a distinctly uncomfortable seat with Davante trailing behind. His brief amusement in regards to the seemingly ridiculously named Happy Meal was short lived as his own attention wavered towards Davante's rouge shadow as it attempted to...consume some sort of darkened version of shadow French fries, Azrael gaze widening slightly.

"Make it stop!"

It was little more then a hiss towards the other man, golden eyes flickering quickly in an effort to ascertain no other patron had actually noticed. He hardly needed an incident to deal with at somewhere as entirely ridiculous as Mcdonalds evidently was, the rest of the Council sure to never allow him to live such a thing down were it reported he had failed to stop a rouge shadow from...making a human child cry. The stupidity of it alone was enough to further sour his mood before he became aware of the gaze of far too many women, the man shifting in momentary discomfort, once more missing his favoured hooded jacket.

"Mommy porn? What the fuck is that?"

Such a phrase was....unfamiliar to him, the man at least momentarily content to display his age perhaps, eyes narrowed in evident disdain for such a term before one hand moved to reach into the back pocket of his jeans, handing the warlock at twenty- his inability to judge the pricing at the establishment surely clear.

"Get me...something- whatever looks the least capable of giving me food poisoning."

Although quite frankly he doubted that was anything in this establishment, waiting for Davante to leave before returning his attention to the children's playground, gaze hurriedly averted once more when one Mother took it upon herself to wave in his direction. Was this some sort of single mothers union meeting facility? Perhaps if they didn't feed their offspring such high sugar foods they wouldn't be nearly so...poorly trained. Davante's return with whatever passed at food was an almost welcome distraction, the warlock having apparently taken it upon himself to the spend the entire twenty dollars Azrael had handed him if the amount of food presented to him was any judge, eyes flicking from some sort of burger to fries and what was attempting to charade as ice-cream. One fry was pulled entirely unwillingly from the cardboard packet it rested within, the overly salted potato examined for several moments before being rather hesitantly bought to his lips, one eye lifting slightly in surprise- the taste not wholly....disagreeable.

"It is not entirely...horrific. I am not totally adverse to the fries at least."

In fact- he rather found he liked them and yet in typical Azrael fashion held no desire to admit to such a thing as if any true expression of pleasure may very well destroy his carefully built façade of indifference, reaching for several fries at a time now.

"Are you sure you didn't work here? It seems very much your style, although Lore's dessert is better then whatever this is I am sure."

He is given to hesitate, if barely for a moment, aware that he has quite accidently mentioned Davante's sister, having seen no need to inform the warlock of the evening he had spent in his sibling's company- hurriedly brushing past such a thing all the same, holding no real desire to discuss the embarrassment of that situation with Davante. Then again, perhaps Lore had already shared it with him at he last witches coven or whatever it was such creatures did in their free time.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread