[ god doesn't hear him (probably), but an angel shows up anyway. he's not much to look at, being small and scarred, and he walked instead of appearing in a dramatic ray of sunlight, but all the same, he's there. he'd heard the breaking glass, and honestly, a part of him wonders why he hadn't run away instead. that sound is rarely one with good associations. it means natural disasters, thieves, mobs, looters. and yet, in this case, it apparently means one large, hungry blond man. ]
There are probably bags behind the counter. [ maybe he shouldn't have spoken up so abruptly-- he knows his footsteps tend to be a little unnaturally quiet. still, it's done and.. ah.. maybe this was a mistake? nate would probably yell. you can't trust just anyone, he'd say. and yet, despite everything, it's still raziel's instinct to trust. ]
hope!
There are probably bags behind the counter. [ maybe he shouldn't have spoken up so abruptly-- he knows his footsteps tend to be a little unnaturally quiet. still, it's done and.. ah.. maybe this was a mistake? nate would probably yell. you can't trust just anyone, he'd say. and yet, despite everything, it's still raziel's instinct to trust. ]