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Borrow your eyeliner?

[Bel smirks, lighting a cigarette and plucking a stick of black eyeliner out of thin air.]

But of course, stranger. And you are?

[pft. Fancy tricks. He can do that. He just doesn't want to. And he'll take it, and crouch down with a little backpack mirror balanced on his knees so he can touch up]

Thanks. I'm Nate. You?

You are quite welcome, Nate. May I fetch you anything else? A drink, perhaps?

[He's been fairly starved of company that isn't entirely angelic and just a little up itself, during his time in heaven, so Bel's rather more enthusiastic about making friends than he usually would be.]

A pleasure. My name is Belphegor -- though you may call me Bel.

Belphegor? [He glances up and raises an eyebrow] Reeeaally? Cause that's not completely ridiculous. [Goddamn emo kids. But hey, free drink? Sign him up!]

I guess you can get me a drink. Chartreuse if they have it, Whisky sour if they don't.

My father named me, a long time ago when such names were not uncommon. Nowadays, I confess, I prefer the nickname 'Bel' -- people think me less strange, that way.

They -- where they refers to all of existence -- have everything you could wish for, and more.

[He produces a glass of chartreuse and offers it to Nate with a smile, a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in his other hand.]

Please, enjoy.

Eh. Parents suck. I got a shitty name too, hence 'Nate.'

[He straightens once he's suitable made-up and offers the eyeliner back while accepting the drink]

Thanks.

Do tell me -- what is 'Nate' short for?

[He waves a hand over the eyeliner, not touching it, and it vanishes back into hammerspace. His wine glass is raised in the air.]

Think nothing of it. Cheers, then. Here's to... well, I have no idea.

Nathaniel. My brother is Michael and my sister is Charity-Faith.

[So. Unimpressed.]

Here's to getting shitfaced and making out with anonymous strangers?

[Gabriel was very surprised to have a visitor in his apartment.] I didn't call for you, you just showed up in my apartment. I think you have some explaining to do and fast.

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Now is tha' really a fair question?

Darling, it has been nigh on a year since we last crossed paths. Should I not wonder why you sought my company now?

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I believe I was summoned. What would I be doing here, otherwise? Would I seek the company of someone who does not wish for my company in the slightest?

How angelic! Your parents are religious?

[He chuckles, drinking to that.]

Making out? Well, if you insist.

...ya have a point, but wha' ever happened t'greetings? I mean, I missed ya too...

You missed me? I must confess that I missed your company, also; more than our other brothers, at least.

I suppose I ought to say hello, then.

If they're still alive, I guess they are. I haven't seen them since I was sixteen.

[He tastes his drink and then takes a healthy drink of it, ignoring the honey-pinesol burning]

Drinks first. For Plausible Desirability.

Of course I missed ya. I mean, all things considered, yer one of the few t'possess personality.

[He shrugs, small smile at the brother's comment. It was weird how so few siblings were actually tolerable. And not just because most of them hated Leviathan.]

How've ya been then, mm?

Oh... My sympathies. Do you get along?

[He looks vaguely interested.]

You do not find me attractive, sans alcohol? That is unusual.

I... thank you, brother.

[A rare genuine smile, and he ceases resisting the urge to pull Leviathan close in an embrace.]

I have been better, I have been worse. I suppose I am lonely. How are you?

The fuck? No. I hope they're dead. They deserve it.

Oh, it's not that. It's just if one of my exes shows up, it'll keep either of us from getting punched in the face if I can pull off the 'but I'm drunk!'
routine.

... I see. May I ask why?

[A laugh falls from his lips at the thought of anyone being remotely capable of punching him.]

I believe I may safely say that no human could successfully lay a hand upon me if I did not wish it. Nor you, if I am present. Angelic speed has its uses.

[Leviathan just smiles and relaxes a little, absently fiddling with a gaudy gold lighter as he speaks.]

Isn't tha' the way though. 'm good, not dead yet which is always impressive considerin'.

[He tilts his head and something that almost looks like concern flashes across his face before it's gone and he is shrugging and just a little fixated on the lighter.] Yer lonely though? That's-- well not what I expected t'hear.

Not dying is rather impressive, yes.

[He chances a smirk, arms around Leviathan's waist.]

I... yes, though I am somewhat loathe to admit it. Your company is welcome.

That garners a bark of laughter from the Creature, amusement clear when he looks at Bel.]

Ya really know how t'sweet talk 'em, don't ya?

[Not that he cares, but it eases something in him and he suddenly doesn't find the lighter more interesting than Bel.]