Topic: Hellion's Family Reunion.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-08-25 14:18 EST
Baby Brother 8.25.16. 8:00 AM

https://pp.vk.me/c621519/v621519424/11294/Pdkpyo-xH80.jpghttps://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7d/7a/eb/7d7aeb2306cabde2f66442302762f4db.jpghttps://nehovistecose.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/blade21.png ________________________________________________ From Left to Right credit: Paige Knight (Harper), Matt Sanders (Hex), Kris Kristofferson (Garrison).

It was a work day, a typical 8am-6pm shift at Garrison's. Work was slowing down, leaving him with not a whole lot to do around the shop, but at least he kept Garrison company while the call ins were scarce. To Hex's knowledge, there was only one car in the shop today that just needed a tune up, oil change and a few meager replacements like brakes and windshield wipers. Haku was off for the day, which was probably a good thing. There was hardly enough work to go around as it was.

Regardless, he pulled into the shop's small driveway beside the building, putting Baby in park before turning the key to the ignition. Dressed simply in loose blue jeans, a greyish olive hued shirt with some lettering on the shoulder, a black hat for his hair that even though he'd slicked back, he'd thrown it on. One leg at a time, he eased out of the driver's seat, closing the door behind him as he strode to the side to the side of the building. In he went to the garage, only to be met by Garrison's voice calling out to him by the time the door shut behind him. "You've got a visitor."

The old man straightened his frame, ashen hair that flowed to his collar bones in wavy tendrils, surrounding a face that was scattered with wrinkles and an equally ashen full beard. Today he was wearing a grease-smeared white wife-beater covered with a jean vest, worn jeans that had seen much better days were just as caked in oil and grease as the shirt and vest. He was always covered in car gunk, smelling like a car engine in general. Those crinkled, slitted eyes turned toward the office window, nodding his head in that direction before he ducked down under the car hood again. "Go on, boy. She's waitin' for ya."

Hex raised a brow at that, from the way Garrison said it, it wasn't Saila. "....What kind of visitor?" He seemed skeptical as those hidden molten hues ticked in the direction he'd nodded. He didn't trust it, really. "Says she's your sister," spoken through a grunt as he popped off the cap to the oil to test the color. He leaned some, peering at the Nephilim around the lifted hood of the car. "She's real pretty, I tell ya." The crinkled grin only wrinkled his more before he tucked back behind the hood. Hex rolled his eyes, "we need to find an old lady for your wrinkly ass." He snickered, shaking his head as a skeptical look was turned toward the office window. "I don't need no old lady," the old man grunted at Hex, sliding the dipstick into the tank before wiping it on a piece of cloth, peering over at him. "I've got my cars, and I've got Haku." He smirked, shaking his head as he got back to work. "Now stop making your sister wait on you, boy. Or I'll kick your ass into next Tuesday," right back to grumping it up.

Pretty' All my sisters are pretty you ass. That didn't tell him a whole lot. Though there was a twinge of worry that it was the one sister he'd been avoiding like the plague. He wasn't in much of a mood for Kokabiel so early in the morning. He sighed finally, those familiar steel-toed biker boots carrying the big guy toward the office door. "Thaaaat's right." He heard Garrison say behind him as Hex manned up to face one of the many sisters he had. He slowed at the doorway, hearing a clink and thud of something being hummed across the room.

"Stupid fucking thing," she growled, the 5'8 Lilim sitting in Garrison's leather office chair was not happy with the rubix cube that she couldn't for the life of her figure out. "Seriously, you can figure those friggin' things out?" She flopped back in the chair, making it creak as she turned her eyes to the doorway as she heard her brother's voice speaking to the old guy. She liked him, he'd given her M&M's and his office to hang out in while she waited. Even gave her permission to snoop around his office, where she'd found the evil cube of colors that gave her a hard time from the get-go. She hadn't moved though, instead she sat her ass right in that chair and waited for her brother to come to her, since she'd dragged herself all the way out to Rhy'Din for him.

Dressed in olive colored pants, tight as could be and laced with zippers and pockets, a black studded belt to keep them in place. Her muscular abdomen was bare, wearing a mid-riff tank top beneath a short black jacket. It was perhaps too hot for the jacket, but she liked it. Her raven hair, fading to a vibrant blue mid-way down hung loose around her shoulders, making it down to her rib cage. She heard him slow by the door, raising that one brow that was like the source of her sassiness as she lifted her arms to cross over her chest. Any time now, you little shit.

After he'd taken a slow breath, he waltzed in the rest of the way, peeking around the corner with aviator-covered pools of amber before his feet actually breached the doorway. Those dark brows dove above the shades as he found out just what sister was waiting for him. "Hol-yyy shit. Harper." He grinned at her, out of his sisters with exception to Mynardi, this was the one he was actually glad to see on the few occasions she came to visit him. "How long's it been?" He walked over to her, holding out those corded muscular arms in expectations of a hug. Because he was her brother, dammit and she was one of the few sisters he actually liked. He didn't even so much as bother to look at that raised brow, it was a familiar expression around him.

"Hey there Baby Boy," her half-cocked smirk giving him shit for being the baby of them all. At least until she found out about Todd, but that didn't mean she wouldn't still call him the baby regardless. She shrugged, scooting the chair back on it's wheels so she could stand up. "Something like fifty years," as if that wasn't a long time for her at all. Likely, because it wasn't. She eyed him, perhaps giving him the stink-eye as she saw those arms spreading wide with expectations. "You know I'm not a hugger, fuckass." She pointed at him, both brows shooting upward in a challenging dare. I'll kick your ass if you start that.

Scoffing at the old nickname, his eyes rolled behind the shaded lenses of his glasses, those arms still held out expectantly though they looked more like a bear getting ready to maul her instead of hug her. "Neither am I. But I'll make an exception just for you," he grinned, lying about not being a hugger. He'd discovered through Saila that he was indeed a big teddy bear, but that wasn't information he willingly threw out in the air. His fingers curled in toward himself as he pursed his lips. "It's been fifty years and you're not going to give your baby brother a hug" C'mon now." he was just being an ass now, knowing full well his older sister wasn't big on physical contact. Even from family. Those steps didn't stop until he'd just about cornered her between the desk, chair and him, the expression on his face clear that she wasn't going anywhere until he got his damn hug. Just never mind that shit-eating grin, folks...

"Well aren't I just friggin' special?" she barked at him, backing up away from those arms until her backside hit the L-shaped desk, boxing her in between it and the chair. Soon enough, Hex too as he blocked off the only exit. Or so he thought....those dark hues darted around as she looked for an escape, deciding to say to hell with it as she bounded up effortlessly onto the desk and made an attempt to leap off from it. "That's exactly what I'm gonna fuckin' do!" Screw hugs! Baby brother or not, half a century, whatever! She didn't like hugs!

"Nope!" he barked back at her, lunging forward as she tried to make her great escape and grabbed her by the back of the jacket, pulling her back and off the desk. "I'm getting that fucking hug, you bitch." He growled at her, after all the years she spent picking on him, now that he was the bigger one it was him turning the tides.

She snarled at him as she felt a tug on her jacket, those dark hues snapping wide as he tugged back on it, letting out a yelp as she fell backwards off the desk....directly towards him. Shit!

That barking laughter, a twinge of a spiteful cackle though significantly less than she'd likely heard before, spilled into the air until it was cut off by a grunt from his heffer sister falling back on him. Not budging from it, though it did knock off his hat, nearly knocking off his shades too. He took one step backward as those arms coiled around her with the small of her back pressed to his chest, arms locking around her abdomen as he gave her a full-on bear hug. No, he wasn't gentle. He knew Harper could handle it.

Sure, she could handle it, but she still needed to breathe, dammit! A gush of air left her lungs as she got caught in a bear hug, legs flailing in the air as she started punching at any part of his arms she could get a hold of. "Let....go....you fuckin'....meatsack!" she barked, scrunching her face as she just punched away at his arms, none-too-gentle either as she wailed on them with her knuckles. She was pretty sure she felt a few vertebrae pop in the midst of the hug, but that part was the only bit that felt good. She might've needed that back crack.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-08-25 14:19 EST
His laughter continued to spill out inbetween grunts as she flailed and punched at his arms, wincing slightly when she hit the bone of his elbow and pain shot down to his wrist. "Speak....for yourself! You're getting as fuckin' muscular as I am." he snarled against her back with his head off to the side. After a moment or two, and before he'd actually do damage to her, he lowered her to the ground. The don't-touch-me thing, she definitely got from their father, only to a much more drastic extent.

As he lowered her to the ground, she stopped kicking out her legs, not wanting to send all of the old man's stuff flying around the room by an accidental kick from those powerful legs. It was probably a smart decision he'd lifted her the way he had, else she might've busted a knee cap or two with a kick. Bigger the man, harder the fall. She'd taught him that. She scoffed when she felt the soles of her basketball sneakers touch ground, whipping around to lay a rough punch to his shoulder. "Asshat! And I'm not that big," she glared at him, shaking her head as she adjusting her clothes, tugging down the jacket that was nearly pulled up to her chest. "Still look better than you. Seriously dude, chill on the 'roids. Make ya dick shrivel." to make a point, she lifted her hand and pinched an index finger to her thumb, keeping only a millimeter or two between them as she peered through with a squinty, dark eye. Okay, so she knew he'd never done steroids, but that didn't stop her from teasing him about his massive bulk.

His shoulders bunched up when she punched him, letting out a grunt. He could arm-wrestle the crap out of her and win, but she still hit like freight train. He rubbed the spot she'd hit with the palm of his hand, rolling his eyes. "You're getting pretty close.." to how much muscle she had. He scoffed when she told him to chill on 'roids, not giving her shit for it since she knew better than to actually accuse him of such. She was around when he'd sprouted up like a weed nearly overnight, being a scrawny dweeb one night and by morning, was a hulking Nephilim. "Maybe you should give 'em a shot. They'll shrivel those ovaries you aren't using anyways." he barked back at her, laying a punch to her thigh to give her a charlie horse though wasn't as rough as he normally was with those adamantium knuckles. Even if she was half-angel, he didn't want to break her bone.

"Suck it up, champ." to him rubbing the spot she punched. She raised that sassy brow at him, high as ever on her forehead. A Harper trait that they all knew well. "I'll pass on the lady-balls shriveling, thank you. Who knows what else will shrivel." she shuttered. Though the Nephilim's muscle had risen naturally, Harper's was from hard work and training. Hell, Hex was one of them that trained with her. And Jynxx. She growled, laying out a long stream of curses at the charlie horse he gave her as she hobbled on one leg for a moment. "Fuck you, buddy." She huffed, swatting at him before lowering her leg. Using the minimal ability she had of angelic healing to dull the pain, when it subsided she took a step, bending down to snatch up the had that had been knocked off and put it on her own head. Yup, she was stealing it. "I'm hungry." She stated, giving him a pointed look.

"Walk it off, killer." he retorted to her previous statement of him sucking it up. She had angelic healing, but he didn't. He got the downfalls of his angelic blood, as it had seemed he did with just about everything else. The crappy parts of the angel from Asmodai, the Lust from Asmodai, and the Spite from Momos. The latter he was working on and made huge progress, the lust....well, he had a lady that helped him out with that, too. He made a face at her like....well, her little brother....when she told him 'fuck you' then rolled his eyes at her admittance of hunger. "That sounds like a personal problem." Following up the words with his own pointed look.

"Nope, it's yours. Because I'm hungry and I came all the way to this weird fucking place to visit you. So you're going to feed me," she wasn't asking. "Besides, I'm saving my money for the room I've got at the Red Dragon. Buy me a cookie, or a donut, or a damn burger. I don't care." She grumbled, slumping her shoulders forward as she scrunched her face up to the big guy. Feed the Harper, before it gets ugly.

He let out a sigh as she grumped it up at him, crossing his arms over his wide chest. "I have to work, some of us do that, you know." he raised his brows at the sister that had refused to work for Hell or Heaven, running around Earth to fight in arenas. And as if on cue, possibly listening in, like the nosy old man he was...Garrison came into the office. "No you don't. There's not enough work here for me today. Doesn't sound like you see her much, go take her to breakfast." He waved his hand at Hex, like he was trying to shoo the big guy out of the office. The old man looked at Harper, then Hex. "The hell you waiting for, boy' Hurry up before I take her to breakfast."

She pouted at him, scrunching up her nose when he said he had to work. "You're grosssss." She whined, laying the full sister card on him, though at the moment was acting like an obnoxious younger sister than one that had centuries on the bastard. Serves him right! He may have turned the tables by picking on her now, but she could be as obnoxious to him as he was to her. Garrison's input had her beaming wide and arrogantly at her brother, raising her dark and neatly plucked brows at him while she extended her hand in the man's direction. "See?! At least he's not a giant dickbag. And I might just take him up on that offer, because I could eat a horse with a side of cow right now," she huffed, emphasis made as her stomach made a similar sound of a humpback whale at him.

Being teamed up not only by Harper, but by Garrison too, he didn't have much of an excuse anymore. Though it seemed Garrison tended to pick the pretty woman's side over Hex's, or maybe that's just the fact the two men gave each other shit all the time. The old man had turned into somewhat like a father figure for him, or maybe a grandfather. He had enough fathers for his liking as it was. He groaned, lifting his arms to expose the back of his hands as he made a shooing motion at her. "Fiiiiine. Let's go then," he made his infamous bitch face, another family trait to Garrison for the sell out. "Don't give me that lip, boy. That kick-your-ass-til-Tuesday offer is still on the table," giving him that old man look like Hex was a kid that was playing on his lawn. "Get out of here and feed the girl. I've got the shop today. If I need help, I can always call Haku in." that sly grin from the old man at the mention of his favorite Asian employee.

Oh, Harper was just beaming up at storm that Garrison was taking her side over Hex's. Clasping her hands in front of her, she turned from side to side giving him a shit-eating grin of her own. "He likes me more than you," she teased, letting out her own laughter as she turned her back to her brother's shooing hands and let her laughter follow her out the doorway but not before giving the old man a wide smile and twiddle of her fingers. "Thanks again, Garry." Because she could get away with nicknaming him. Yup.

He kept up the bitchface to Garrison before barking after Harper. "It's just because you've got tits. Don't get cocky." He snickered, moving around the old man's shooing hands as he tried to get to his desk around Hex. "Go on, git! Get outta here!" to Hex before he gave a warm smile to Harper, waving and clearly not minding the nickname she'd given him. "Make sure he treats you to a good breakfast, sweetheart!" Giving Hex a pointed look before he fixed his chair upright and plopped down in it. Hex just sighed and walked after his sister, shaking his head. At least it's not Kokabiel.

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-08-25 21:51 EST
Baby Brother 8.25.16 Lunch...brunch.." time" 8:45 AM



After packing up Banhammer into the back of his Baby, they were well on their way to a good steakhouse for burgers and beer. She'd insisted that time didn't matter, that she didn't want breakfast and she wanted a giant burger with a beer instead. At the sound of beer, he'd complied. Driving down the streets of Rhy'Din city to one that Harper had seen before but never gotten around to going, she'd fiddled with the radio. The good thing between these two siblings is that their tastes in....quite a few things were relatively similar. The biggest difference was how he felt about cars, she felt about the arena. Her fingers switched the knob to the old radio until she found a station that would suit both their tastes, the sound of Aerosmith's Livin' on the Edge spread through the open air of the convertible. Her own voice broke free from her lips as she melted into the tune, "There's something wrong with the world today, I don't know what it is. Something's wrong with our eyes. We're seeing things in a different way and God knows it ain't His. It sure ain't no surpriiiiise." Black painted fingers reached in front of her to turn the baseball cap she'd stolen from her brother backwards so it didn't fly off in the wind, but still kept her long hair out of her face.

It was true, she'd gotten him with the mention of beer. And if it meant shutting her up about being hungry, then he said he'd take her. Molten pools of amber ticked over to her when she started messing with the radio, and he didn't really complain. He knew the kind of music she liked, and it was the same as him. He trusted her with a lot of things, one of them being his radio. When Aerosmith came on, a dimple presented as that curl of a smirk appeared on his face, wrinkling his nose at Harper's terrible singing. Joining in when she cut off to fix her cap, "We're livin' on the edge~ There's something wrong with the world today, the light bulb's getting dim. There's a melt down in the sky~ if you can judge a wise man by the color of his skin, then mister you're a better man than I.~" Fingers thrummed against the maroon leather steering wheel of Baby to the beat of the song as he drove, turning the wheel onto a different street. He'd never been to the steakhouse she mentioned, but he'd remembered seeing it on one of the rare days he preferred walking to driving. Weaving through the streets, people and everything in between, it wasn't long before he was driving down that particular street, the speed of the spedometer slowing as they grew closer, even before the song had even finished.

At some point, the Lilim had kicked her feet onto the side door of Baby, keeping her shoes well off the interior and any part of the car, really. She'd be a pain in his ass any day but dinging up one of his cars would be like him scuffing up or messing with one of her weapons. She'd beat his ass for it, just as she'd take his beating like a champ if she fucked up one of his cars. Hands clasped as they flicked through the air, giving the illusion of air drums as she sang one of her favorite parts of the song, "Something's right with the world today, and everybody knows it's wrong. And we could tell 'em no or we could let it go, but I would rather be hangin' on!" To which she turned to look in his direction, scrunching up her face as she exaggerated the words into a manly growl before flinging her head back into delighted laughter. She'd forgotten how much fun her little brother was to hang out with.

He didn't mind when she kicked her feet up on the side door, she respected his shit. But that didn't stop him from giving her a look about it. Which was likely just waved off. Because it's Harper....He shook his head at her horrible singing, only to break out in his barking laughter as she changed her tone and made the face at him. "And you used to call me a dweeb.." he snickered, raising a brow at her, scrunching up his own face to snap his hand out quickly to get her on the nose with a flick. "Bitch." He added in there, pulling up to a parking spot next to the steakhouse. Shift of the stick, turn of the keys, and before one would know it, he was getting out of the car.

Rubbing her nose from the flick, face still scrunched as she fake pouted at him. "You are still a dweeb, sucka." She smirked, pulling her hand away from her nose, contorting her toned frame as she didn't pull her legs off the door before opening it, moving them in unision with the door easing open before they thudded to the ground and she grunted as she stood up, stretching herself out like it hadn't been a short car ride, but a three hour flight. "Gyeahhhhh...asshat." To him calling her a bitch before, her arms flopping to her side with a soft clap of hands to her upper thighs before she moved out of the way of the door so she could close it. It was then that it dawned on her that she hadn't had a smoke in the car, probably because she'd been too sucked into Aerosmith. Yeah, she was going with that. Fishing into her jacket pocket, she pulled out her silver tin of cigarettes, rummaging around her pockets for a light. "Oi, Dimples. Light me." She was so polite. Cramming the cigarette tin back into her pocket, she marched up to him, pointing the end of her cigarette at him as she tucked it between her lips, looking up at him and wiggling it. Light iiiiit. Do it. Do-it-do-it-do-it.

He'd sometimes wondered if she acted like this around everyone else, or just him. He'd come to the conclusion that it was Karma in the form of Harper repaying him for the amount of time he'd spent being a pain in the ass to all of his sisters. "Yeah, but I still get laid so..." he shrugged his shoulders high, palms opening toward the sky as he gave her a what can ya do" expression. The sight of the cigarette and then that demand had him groaning at her. "Fine. But only because now I want one." He huffed at her, giving her the infamous bitch face that she knew way too well. He didn't need to go to her at least, since she marched her ass on up to him, he retrieved his zippo from his pocket and lit the end of her cigarette, seeking out his own cowboy killers after that, promptly lighting one when he snagged it. He wasn't going to complain about a smoke break. He nodded his head toward the door, "from what I've noticed, people don't give a shit about smoking inside here. Let's go in and order your fucking burger." He shook his head, turning on a booted heel as he made his way inside.

No, it was just him. And maybe a particular demon she'd met recently that she loved being a pain in the ass too, though that one seemed to be a two way street in that aspect. "I could get laid if I wanted to, I just don't want to. Messy business, buddy. I don't need that trouble," she shook her head, the ends of her long black and blue tresses shaking over her shoulders as she took a hefty drag from her cancerstick that hollowed her cheeks. "Oh, good." Not that it would stop her any, she had a distinct way of not listening to....just about anyone. She followed after him, puffing at her cigarette and poking her tongue out of her mouth with a ridiculous grin while she kept trying to give him a 'flat tire'. Being the pain in the ass to him now was way too much fun.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," he shook his head, not really believing her. How could he" His entire life was based off Lust. Anyone holding out for....from what he knew....centuries" She either had Teeth going on down there, or she was insane. Possibly both. Good reason to keep away from that, he guessed. He growled as he almost stumbled to one of those 'flat tires', turning around to give her a V8 facepalm to her forehead. "I'm going to kick your ass," the bitch face made yet another appearance as he turned around and kept going inside, searching out a booth. Finding one, he didn't wait for her as he headed straight for it, sliding into the leather seat after snagging an ashtray from the bar.

"Like a hibernating bear," she nodded once, considering she snored like a friggin' bear. At least according to a particular pain in her ass. She laughed when he stumbled from the flat tire, whimsical yet harsh as she trailed after him. At least until she got palmed, her head snapping back with a grunt as she took a couple stumbling steps backward. Rubbing her forehead after with a huffy expression, cheeks puffing out as she glared at his retreating back. "Bring it on, beefcake." Waltzing after him, taking another drag from her cigarette. It was a good thing she'd turned the baseball cap around, else she likely would've been in more pain than just a reddened forehead. When he'd taken his seat, she slid into the booth across from him, ashing the cigarette in the tray he'd snatched up. "You're getting better with it," she mentioned, falling back against the cushion of the booth as she peered at him across the table, waiting for the waitress to show.

He snickered, the two half-siblings that had the most similarities at least in attitude and style out of the other Lilim. "Getting better with what?" Taking a drag of his own Marlboro before ashing it in the same fashion. He peered at her behind those aviators, not slouching like she was but having his elbows resting on the table as he caught the waitress approaching out of the corner of his eye. At least they seemed to be quick on the draw here.

"The whole....spite thing..." she gestured at him with her cigarette, swirling her finger in a circle to emphasize him as a whole. "You seem significantly less dickfaced these days," she beamed at him. She'd been one of those that had always been in his corner about getting better, not only for everyone else but mostly for himself. He wasn't Momos, had tried to beat it into the kid's head —sometimes literally— a multitude of times. But now, he seemed to have finally realized on it on his own.

He raised a brow, able to be seen over the top of his glasses as he peered at her with narrowed pools of amber. "And yet....you're still the same." He snarked, shaking his head before taking another drag. There was no spite in his tone, however, it was just him being a usual dickhead brother. The waitress made it to their table and he ordered for himself. "Beer. Anything but Budweiser." He wrinkled his nose, hating the brand thanks to a particular Envy archtype.

"I'm awesome and you know it," she snarked back, ticking those dark hues to the waitress as she fired off her own order. "Badsider, make that two." Holding up to fingers for emphasis. "And the biggest burger you got, ditch the tomatoes, slap on some bacon and a whopping side of fries." She nodded when she was done, giving the woman a smirk before she finished off her cigarette, stubbing it out in the ashtray.

He barked a laugh at her order, shaking his head. "You want half a gazelle with that?" He rolled his eyes, considering they were likely going to be there for a while...."Keep the tab on the beers open," he smiled at her, but saved the particular dimpled grin for someone else. He turned his attention back on his sister.

"And a slice of hippo," she nodded, grinning at him. "What' I went for a run this morning, worked up an appetite." Had nothing to do that she could out-eat any normal guy at all. Don't challenge her to an eating contest. She looked at the waitress before the woman walked away. "Seriously, though. Tab open." She beamed at her. Well....since it was on Hex today....why not' She turned her attention back on him as she splayed her hands on the table. "Onto the next thing."

BraunWithBrains

Date: 2016-08-25 21:52 EST
"You're just overcompensating for the other lack of meat you're getting," he barked a laugh, shaking his head at her as he finished off his own cigarette, stubbing it out to join her squished filter in the tray. He nodded to the waitress as she sauntered off, turning his eyes back on Harper as he groaned, slouching in the booth. "Should've known....now what?"

The nosy non-judgmental sister was grinning at him, swaying some in the booth as she peered at him with her dark brown hues. "I heaaar you've got a laaaady.." she sang to him, leaning forward until her elbows were propped up on the table, chin resting on the heels of her hands as she stared at him, brows lifted expectantly.

"Seriously, who the hell is your informant?" He all but barked, glaring at her behind the aviators. It'd been centuries, and no one knew who it was. It was irritating him at this point, because he didn't think she'd know about that. "And what about her?" he raised a brow, leaning back in the booth as he crossed his arms over his chest. Again, at least she wasn't Kokabiel. Harper was nosy to be nosy, Kokabiel was the obnoxious one about the whole relationship....thing....He'd heard Jill call it 'shipping', he just called it unnaturally obnoxious.

She gave him a look when he asked who her informant was, her expression speaking a thousand words. You really going to ask that' I haven't told anyone, think I'm gonna tell you? To him asking what about his lady, she shrugged and relaxed in the booth. "What's her name?" She was proud of her brother for being an individual, for being himself. Especially now from what she'd heard about him being up to. He was knocking Spite in the teeth, he was a rare straight incubus, and now from what she'd heard from her informant, in a committed relationship. Considering his history, he had surprised her enough to get a visit.

He shrugged to her expression, mainly because it was worth a shot. It was more a reflexive question than him actually trying. He'd long since given up on asking her, though that didn't mean the not-knowing part was eating at him. He raised his brows incredulously when she didn't seem to know his woman's name. "Your informant didn't tell you a name"!" he gasped in mock shock, scowling after.

"I got a description, not a name. Legs for days, bright violet hair. All dark and Morticia-like." She waggled her brows, knowing full well of his childhood crush that she absolutely loved teasing him about. Just don't ask her what hers was. "Seriously, what?s her name?" Genuine curiousity for the woman now.

He made a point to raise his favored middle finger at her for bringing up the Addams thing. He sighed, shifting his weight as he sat up in the booth when she dropped the bitch-act. "Saila. And before you go all twenty questions on me....We've been together four months now, didn't actually become an official thing until two months ago. You missed the anniversary, so you owe us presents. And I don't know," the last question he didn't want her ask, and didn't want to voice it either. "We're just....having fun with it. Seeing where it goes. No expectations. No disappointments." He shrugged, giving her a pointed look like you done yet"

"Saila..." she repeated the name, nodding slowly and you bet she was remembering the name. She grinned when he mentioned the twenty questions as she waved a hand at him, like go ahead, oaf. A brow rose at the time frames spoken, smirking when he mentioned the anniversary. "I'll come up with something." To the last unspoken question, she nodded and didn't say anything else on that particular topic. She wasn't going to push it like their other sister would. "Fair enough. You like herrr though." Back to the wiggling and grinning as she reached into her pocket for her cigarette tin. "No expectations though, that's a smart idea. Expectations lead to trouble." She nodded, the one Lilim wholly against trouble unless surrounded by a stadium.

He raised a brow at her claiming to come up with something, clearly skeptical and suspicious now. "She said the expectations thing." he shrugged, clearly somewhat shut off even from Harper when it came to opening up. He snickered to her wiggling and accusations, looking her dead in the eye.....well, he would if it weren't for the glasses. "Yeah' What of it?" he raised his brows at her.

"Smart cookie," she noted, lighting the cigarette she'd plucked from the tin before her cheeks hollowed in a heavy drag. Though his verbal admittance had her brimming with pride. Her grin said so as she saw the waitress coming back with beer and booze. "I'm prouda you~" she cooed, imitating Peter Griffin's voice in Family Guy before she prematurely stubbed out her cigarette at the sight. Looking at him, "Okay, I'll stop hounding you about it."

"Yeah, she is," he grinned, exposing one dimple as he agreed with Saila's intelligence. Only to roll his eyes at her for the Peter imitation. "About time you shut up," to her telling him she was going to stop hounding it out of him. Still glad as hell that it wasn't Kokabiel. He picked up the beer the waitress put in front of him, the cap already removed so he could just take a long pull from it, nearly downing a good half of it. Harper had that effect on people.

When her meal was put in front of her, she was more than ecstatic. Eyes wide, mouth watering. Oh yeah, the woman loved her food. After waving off the waitress' question on if they needed anything else, she picked up her burger with both hands —as she needed to— and took a massive, chipmunk bite out of it, chewing it up and was anything but classy. Downright barbaric when it came to eating. She looked up just in time to see the waitress checking out her brother and refrained from rolling her eyes at her. Though she did test him as the waitress walked away, nodding her head in the woman's direction. Unlady-like down to the bone as she spoke around her food, "she's cute. Nice ass on her." Didn't even look at him, acting casually as she put down her burger to grab for her beer.

He just shook his head to the waitress' question, too consumed by his beer and fishing out his cigarettes. When Harper called out the waitress on being cute and having a nice rear, he shrugged without looking. "Good for her." He pushed the pack open with his thumb, collecting one of the sticks with his lips before lighting the end with his favored zippo. He didn't have to try not to look, he just....had no interest. He was perfectly content where he was at, he didn't need a skirt to chase. He preferred the ones his woman wore.

His reaction was exactly what she was hoping for, beyond even as she had expected him to look at least. But he didn't, and she picked up her burger to hide the smile behind it. Atta boy, little bro. She proud of that pain in the ass. 'Bout time he grew up. She voiced in her head, before making a face as she tore into the burger, acting like a damn savage with her eyes crossed. Chewing as she kept up the look, chipmunking it the whole time.

He let out that barking laughter, spilling over the booth as he shook his head at her obscenities. Good to see you again, bitch.