Who: Mephisto & April Where: some art museum in London What: totally not a date except it kind of is! When: Wednesday. Warnings: human!Meph is oddly less prone to strange fits of growling? Iunno. TBD.
Mephisto had called April up over the phone earlier that day, while tending shop at Nemo's. He told her that the process had worked and he was, indeed, quite human, or at least very good at pretending to be one, given his two days of settling in. He asked if she was still free to go to the museum that day, and if she'd like to meet him there. He didn't want her to feel obligated to meet up with him, and he certainly didn't want to ride the rails or take a cab - the thought of it gave him chills. So once they set a time to meet up, he eagerly awaited closing time.
He closed early, anyway, mostly because he had done the math, and at the rate of how he walked, it would take him X amount of minutes to get from Nemo's to the museum, and he wanted at least a couple hours to spend looking over the paintings, not to mention a reasonable amount of time to get home before his body decided it was going to be exhausted. He walked to the museum, still amused that he didn't garner any unwarranted attention from passers-by, and arrived precisely on time. Mephisto stood at the entrance to the building, leaned against the wall, arms over his chest.
There was no difference in how he looked, save for two very significant things -- He had dark blue eyes, and his nails were very, very human. He was actually dressed rather casually in comparison to how she saw him before - merely a long sleeved shirt and a pair of black slacks over his intricate leather boots.