Coyote (ex_heh55) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-21 11:57:00 |
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Angelic assistance is the last thing he expected to come of the robbery, but here he is. He hasn't brought the angel's home address with him on a slip of paper, but Coyote has a mind for words when he is sober, closing on them like a steel trap, and his eyes flick once to the name of the apartment building before he starts up the walkway.
It's a warm and summery day, even after the sun has set, but he has on a heavy woollen greatcoat and a scarf twined around his neck as though he can't feel it. They may be there to hide the worst of the damage, a long-fading bruise flowering across his eyelid and the top of his cheek. His wild hair has been combed back to look presentable and for once he is clean-shaven, because this is important. This is important, because he's been in slow and persistent pain for the last few days, and the prospect of a cure has him all wound up, so that it takes effort not to go running up to the entrance. Instead he strolls to it with calculated leisure, sliding his eyes along the first- and second-storey windows to search for a face peeking out, or any sign that Raphael knows he's here.
He thinks it may be an angel thing, holding down the buzzer for the corresponding apartment and waiting to be let in.