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Miguel noticed a man, more or less of the same age that he appeared to be. He was looking at Fallen and the girl he was talking to. The man was smiling. "He looks kind." He thought, moments before noticing that the man was a priest. Miguel had always liked priests. He didn't know why, but he felt closer to them than to the other humans. Then, he saw Fallen going somewhere with that girl. Miguel smiled feeling that everything was ok for now.
"All righty." He started as he shut the door behind them. "There are two open bedrooms, both at the end of this hallway." He gestured to the hall way up ahead. "The first door on the right is a bathroom. Over there" he pointed off to the left. "is the living room and kitchen. And this door, " Fallen gestured to the shabby wooden door beside them. "Leads to the Garage. Any questions?"
Miguel looked at the priest again. "Why was he looking at them? Does he know what we are? No, that can't be. Humans can't tell the differences between our races." He thought, smiling. "Silly me." He laughed.
The two younger people of the group talked for a few more minutes before the boy escorted the girl through the park and out of sight. It was then Kirby noticed the older gentleman looking back at him, it caused him to jump slightly as the golden aura around him was much stronger, possibly indicating an angel of a higher rank. "Oh, terribly sorry," he spoke politely, "I realizing staring is very rude," there was a small pause in his thoughts while he gathered some sort of story to explain why he was gawking like an imbecile, "I um, was everything okay? The girl seemed troubled. Are you a friend of hers?" Kirby spoke fast, which was outside of his soft spoken character to do. "I hope I wasn't interfering. But..." he trailed off, the man before her was smiling pleasantly, his eyes radiating a gentle nature. And if by some miraculous force, it was putting Kirby at ease. He felt compelled to stay and talk to the man before him.
"Don't worry. You weren't interfering." Miguel's wings vanished slowly as he said that, due to a magic called glamour that makes supernatural things invisible to humans. He used this magic so he could talk with the man without having to care about leaving his wings at sight. "I don't know that girl, but we, also, saw that she seemed worried about something. So, my friend talked to her just to see if he could help her. I suppose everything went right." He said, looking at the bench where the two youngsters were sitting moments ago. Then he looked back at Kirby. "By the way, my name is Miguel. Nice to meet you."
There was a flash of light and the golden aura receded, still barely visible in the bright sunlight. "He's trying to hide his true form." Kirby thought to himself while extending a friendly hand, "Well, it's good to hear that she will be safe. Pleasure to meet you Miguel, I'm Father Cohen. If you'd like though, you can call me Kirby." His smile broadened at the mere idea of shaken hands with someone who has seen the face of God, it was enamoring. He hoped he wasn't making a fool of himself.
Miguel stood up and shook his hand with a friendly smile. "So, you are a priest. It has to be difficult to believe in the Lord at this moment, isn't it?" He ran a hand through his hair. "At least is good to find someone who believes in something." He then thought that being the priest he probably had some info about what were happening in the city. "Mmm. . . I'm kind of a newcomer. My friend told me that this city used to be full of life but then something happened and the people started to dissapear and . . . kill themselves." That last words were full of pain and sadness. "Do you know something about what happened. Why the people changed all of a sudden?" Miguel's eyes were full of sorrow.
"Anywhere you want. One guy I know told me the couch was comfy, so if you want the living room that's all good. But if I were you, I'd take the one on the far right. I installed a little basement in there so it could give you more space to do stuff." He offered.
"Of course." He answered gently. Fallen walked her down to the room, and opened the door, revealing white walls, a kings-sized bed, a small closet on the side, and a hard wood floor with a small handle near the far wall.
Fallen was quiet as he watched her reaction. Soon he walked over to the far wall and pulled the handle, showing a small ladder to the basement he made. "You can go in here at anytime. There is a lock down there so you can have some privacy if need be." He said as he walked back to the entrance of her room. "I know it isn't much but... I hope you like it."
He smiled lightly. "Yeah, I know. My room is in the hallway in between the Kitchen and Living room. Don't be afraid to come in if you wish. Also, it's almost time for dinner. Want anything?"
His eye twitched at the 'one meal' thing. "One meal..." He whispered to himself. "Pizza it is. You can have a whole one if you wish. What kind do you want?" Fallen said as calmly as he could.
Fallen was tempted to laugh and tempted to cry. "Want more than one pizza? I can order two if you wish." 'I swear to the high angels I am going to kill them.' He thought to himself.
"All right then. I'll go order it." He said when he walked into the Kitchen. On his way to the phone, he pressed a switch near it, causing a 78" flat screen to come out from the floor in the living room. "The controller should be next to you. Watch whatever you want." He then picked up and called the best pizza place he knew. 'This girl deserves some of Mario's pizza. Hopefully she'll like it. It costs a bit too much to order Pizza from Italy, but he had to make a good impression on her.
He hung up after he ordered and laughed at her comment. "E 'piuttosto fresco non è vero? Aveva il miglior ragazzo che so configurarlo per me." Fallen explained to her, having forgot to switch back to English.
He shook his head as he realized that he said that in Italian. But seeing her expression and the TV he realized that it probably wouldn't had interested her anyways. "Food will be here in 30 minutes."
He walked over and sat down next to her. "What cha watchin'?"
"Oh. I see." He picked up the remote and pressed a small button on the bottom of the remote. "It should be working now."
"Well yeah sure. I never said I was gonna change the channel. I just fixed the remote so you can change it if you want to." He stated.
"Not really. I hardly watch the TV anyway. It's just here for guests, and you technically, since you live here." He said. "I was planning on selling the thing, but since you like it so much, I won't."Fallen told her with humor in his voice.
"Ah..." He knew what she was getting at, but the last part of that sentence bothered him somewhat. 'But I'm not living....' "Well, I used to watch stand up comedy shows. But that was about five years ago, when I turned eighteen." Here he stopped himself. 'I... forgot... I would've been twenty-three last year.' Fallen thought solemnly.
"There's nothing wrong with stand-up..." He said quietly. "I have watched Smallville before, but it didn't appeal to me. The only other thing I remember watching was NCIS with my friend's grandma, but that was only once and after my... I mean, a funeral." He stumbled over his words for some reason, and almost lead on about him being dead. He really didn't want to frighten her. She was the first friend she had after the accident.
"It's nothing." He said, getting up. That was a terrible affair he really didn't wanna bring up again. He looked at his watch. "Food should be here soon. I'll wait outside for it."
"It's your decision. I won't force you to do anything, if that's what you are worried about." He said gently. "You are welcome to, but when he gets here, he doesn't speak English." Fallen told her with a soft smile. Mario was a good man. It still surprised him at how fast he could fly without wings. He quietly walked out side, waiting for the food to arrive.
He looked back at her, "I don't mind." Fallen smiled at her. "What's up? Something wrong?" He could feel the awkwardness she was feeling, and the uncharacteristic 'Uhm' didn't help either.
"I've got that effect on people." He said as he gently ruffled her hair. "Don't worry. I won't intentionally hurt you." Fallen sat down next to her.
"Well... what do you want to know?" he said apprehensively.
"October 27th is my birthday. My past? That's kinda vague. When I was seven, my parent's abandoned me. When I turned ten, I got a scholarship to allow me to continue school and pay for an apartment. When I started High school, I was on the fencing team, and got enough prize money to pay for the house behind us. After graduation..." He trailed off and mumbled the rest.
"... After graduation, I got in a car crash with my drunk parents... There were three casualties that day..."
"..... I was the third casualty......" He said looking away.