Can't judge the man for what he is Who: Daniel and Kajsa Where: Grocery store When: Late afternoon
It was an amazing thing, the world, a truly amazing thing and Daniel never ceased to find something new in it. Humans weren't given nearly enough credit for all of the things that they knew how to do. All of these explosions? They were sheer genius and he couldn't catch a whiff of demon on any of them. He'd gone to Ann Arbor and it just looked like it'd been explosives. Regular explosives planted and set off to blow everyone there to kingdom come. Genius, really, but undeniably human. Demons had better ways of going about it and why kill so many in one go? You were not going to get anything special out of it. Advocates preferred to play one at a time, Vice's like him liked to draw it out, the succubi would not because again where was the fun?, and Shepherds? Please. There had been no masses of rabid dogs or cats or birds or anything. Explosions were simple, too simple, and it just had the stench of human written all over it. He wondered how much the angels who had started hanging around on this plane again were loving the knowledge that it had been those people they looked out for so carefully who had gone ahead and done this. Wonder if there's a patron of the misunderstood murderers... or the racists. Nah, that'd fall more to us. Now there's a thought, maybe we encouraged it. Daniel grinned to himself and pulled open the glass door to grab a gallon of milk out of the fridge. He went through milk so fast these days and he could hardly believe how much it cost. Ah well, it just meant he had to divert that much more of the 'church fund' to his groceries. What the people did not know would not kill them. Well, okay, usually it did, but that was half of the fun.
Milk, bread, cheese, Doritos, ham, a fifth of Jack (a sheepish grin at the cashier always earned him a roll of the eyes and understanding look if she knew him) and some boxed Macaroni & Cheese was lying in the bottom of the cart as Daniel came to a stop at the end of one of the aisles. He knew that he was forgetting something. There had been a craving that had sent him out to the store today and he had forgotten it the moment he stepped through those sliding glass doors. Which was just disappointing because he knew that if he drove back out to the church then he was going to remember what it was the moment that he got there so he would have to come back. There was nothing pressing on today's agenda, past settling down in front of the television to see people going 'I don't understand!' at the disaster still - humans could cling forever to these things - while dozens more suggested who they thought was behind it, but it was the principle of the matter. It was something sweet - oh no, not that. His eyes had lit up as he craned his head a little to watch a young woman vanish around the corner. Best part about shopping was getting immersed with all of the different people. Sometimes he would even catch one that he could have a little talk with and next thing he knew they would be in the back row next Sunday. Communication, it was all about communication and getting people in those seats. He was pretty sure that he had seen a movie once where a real priest had said something just like that. What had that movie been? Dogma. Hardly counts. But it had been hilarious.
Had it been a candy bar? Daniel's nose twitched as he looked at the assortment of candy in front of him, leaning his weight forward onto the cart so it rolled forward a bit before he straightened and drew it back to him. This was a process he repeated a few times, bored with standing still, before he reached out for the gummy worms. "We all have our guilty pleasures," he remarked when he noticed someone looking at him, giving a well-practiced grin that should have looked sheepish. "Mine happen to be shaped like worms and made of pretty much solid sugar. Or well-disguised rubber coated in sugar." Gummy worms did sound good, but they were still not what he had wanted. This could take awhile.