Who: Michael & Duma When: December 6th Where: Duma's home, Brightford What: Another brother Warnings: TBA Status: Ongoing
Michael could not feel him and Gabriel was mean. Of course, the latter wasn't particularly new. This Gabriel had a strange sense of humor that Duma didn't particularly understand. Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn't. Right now, he didn't. And now he was waiting for Michael in his spacious but oddly sparsely decorated home. It was all incredibly modern and not designed by him whatsoever - a perk of being a council member.
Duma paced for a moment as he waited, cigarette between his lips with smoke being exhaled out of his nose every so often. It was supposed to calm his nerves - it wasn't working. And then there was a knock - what? He was actually knocking? Or, he hoped it was Michael and not Constantine. That was just something he didn't want to deal with right now. Shit, had he gotten rid of-- yes, he had. There were no marks. He was certain.
He swallowed hard and opened the door. This one was so different - thinner. That was the first word that came to mind. But he quietly moved out of the way for his pseudo-brother and smiled the best he could.