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Log ; Ongoing

When; Now-ish [8/15 ; no curse]
Rating; PG-13 at best
Characters; Gil Elliott [

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Summary; Gil has a lovely dinnertime chat with his would-be murderer.
Log;

Gil hadn’t had a good meal since...

Since...

Since...

Shit.

Gil hadn’t had a good meal in a long, long time.

So he was, if anything, looking forward to the food. Back in his world, they had no money. Moreso, Nnamdi couldn’t steal everything, and it was easier to steal from crap places, anyway.

So any offering of food was good. He sat down at the restaurant Crowley had suggested, readying his chopsticks, and waited for the demon to arrive.

The food made up for the fact that he was going to have to explain the most depressing thing in his life to someone who had tried to kill him.

The most depressing thing in his life...

His life, actually.

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Well, if nothing else, Crowley wouldn't have the same problem he had had with Gil last time--he was prepared for it, now. He sauntered lazily down the sidewalk, opting to leave the Bentley behind for now, hands stuck in his pockets as he moved toward the sushi place. This would turn out to be...interesting.

Gil idly wondered what kind of Sushi Crowley would want when he saw him outside.

As the demon, as elegantly clad as in their last encounter, sauntered towards the sushi restaurant, Gil tried to look more presentable. Four weeks living out of a box in Xanadu didn’t boast well for that effort, moreso that he wasn’t exactly dapper dressed before hand.

They had been vagabonds before, but now he was just homeless.

Crowley lifted a hand in greeting as he neared. True, something about Gil still made the demon part of him want to kill him, but he was prepared for it this time, so it really didn't effect him the way it had before.

"Hey!" he greeted.

Gil greeted the demon right back, “Hey,” He took a sip from drink.

“So, ah... ” Gil would, if anything, like to avoid the upcoming conversation, so he stalled a bit, attempting, “What would you like to eat?”

Crowley slid into his seat with the grace of a snake. "Just about anything. I say we get a sample of everything. More things to choose from, in my opinion." He lifted a hand, waving their server over.

Gil couldn't help but smile, that was a lot of food. He could deal with that.

"Alright, then."

The demon ordered with a lazy air, adding on yakisoba and fried green tea ice cream for dessert. If you're going to have dinner in a place where money doesn't matter, may as well make it good. The waiter took the order before scurrying off, and Crowley watched him go, before turning his attention back to Gil.

"Alright, kiddo, you have some explaining to do."

Gil’s countenance darkened considerably at that. But Crowley was right, he ought to explain things. It was the fair thing to do, after the Andromeda thinger had used him (and, somehow, mysteriously stopped. Gil guessed it was a City thing, the Andromeda factor had been... weird since getting here) it was only right.

“Okay...” He nodded, and took a sip of his drink, “So, I was born in Maine.” It was probably best to start with his favorite part, his home, “It was a real normal town.” Suburban. Gil had hated it, there, but now he looked back on it longingly.

“The day I was born,” Here comes the plunge, “...My dad died.”

Crowley folded his arms, leaning on the table as he listened. "Maine. So we're talking America." Just trying to place things. And---his dad died. Alright. "Okay." He took a sip from his water, still listening.

“Yeah- America.” He nodded. Didn’t everything happen in America?

Gil continued, “A few years after that, my older sister died.” Gil paused, and sighed, before remembering, “If my brother ever shows up here, never mention I told you that.” He looked very seriously at Crowley.

“Ahh... A few years after that, I went to a party. Just... normal shit.” Gil took another long sip of his water. Another plunge was coming, “We were attacked. By... my schoolteacher. Ms Hammery. Nice old lady.” He coughed, “She came with a bunch of other people, some that I knew, some that I didn’t...” A pause, “They killed pretty much everyone. Just, like… ripped them apart. Nothing to it."

“Then, right before they were about to... about to kill me, this lady showed up.” Gil shivered.

“An angel.”

Crowley listened rather intently, more than a little fascinated. It was...interesting to hear about other worlds, really. Not that he asked around much about other people's worlds...Cirucci had told him about her home world once, and Lyra had a little bit, but otherwise than that...

“And it killed all the people attacking me. Butally, horribly- they screamed...” Gil trailed off, remembering, before drinking his water again. He pretended it was the alcohol Jess used to give him, and the thought calmed him down.

“A-anyway. The angel. I tried to thank her—it was a her—and she just stared at me. Do you ever get the sense that someone hates you, just by looking them in the face? Well... it was like that.”

“I ran right home, afterwards, and there were more people, trying to kill me again following. They were at my house... They killed my mom.”

“Right before they were about to kill me... Another angel.”

Crowley's eyebrows lifted at the description of the angel. Talk about creepy...no wonder the kid didn't like them. He almost opened his mouth to comment, but kept it shut, for now.

“This one looked different, but the same thing happened.” Gil shivered at the memory.

“My brother—Jess—had been out of town, while this was happening. I just got left in the empty house, with my mom...dead... and he came in the next morning.” He coughed, “And we figured out that something was making all of these people try to kill me. So... we left. We just drove south ‘till we hit Florida. That’s… a long way to go.”

“Along the way, people kept trying to kill me. I’d go to the grocery store, and later that night the casheer’d try and rip my head off. We always narrowly escaped, but... It was getting pretty bad. We would’ve died by the time we hit Louisiana if we hadn’t met up with Nnamdi. She explained everything, after Jess saved her.” Again, Gil subconsciously trailed off, “I still don’t know why he did that...”

“Nnamdi,” Who’s name is pronounced with a silent second ‘n’, “told us that people weren’t trying to kill me. Monsters were. After they kill people, they take their shapes... and go after me. They call themselves ‘Killers’, but no one likes calling them that ‘sides them. The angels, they call them ‘Gibborum’, but we just called them ‘Haints’.”

Crowley frowned, slightly. "Haints. Sounds like some pretty nasty shit." he stated, sitting back a little as the server brought their sushi. He snatched up his chopsticks, eyes still on the boy sitting across from him.

“Y-yeah. They are...” Gil sighed, “They’re trying to kill me because of the angels. Uh- Nnamdi says they aren’t really angels, them. But that, very likely, angels are based off of them. To differentiate, we call them FOG. Forces Of Good, even though they aren’t really…good.”

When the food came, Gil dug into it, making it quite obvious he hadn’t eaten in a while. After he came up for air, he continued.

“The FOG’s purpose is to kill haints, who hide out everywhere they can and look like… real, normal people to try and hide. Haints kill people, they love it. It’s their instinct. Like... breathing, or something.”

“The FOG set it up so every generation, someone like me gets born. The haints love killing, but they can’t resist trying to kill me. So the FOG just have to watch my back and kill whatever attacks me.”

Crowley blinked as Gil dug in, a little surprised by the kid's appetite. Ah well, they could just order more. He ate idly, still listening.

"So essentially, you're bait?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

Gil gave him a slow look, as if he’d been called that before, “Yeah. I’m bait.”

He scratched the back of his neck, “Any more questions?”

Crowley popped a bite of tuna in his mouth, chewing a bit, looking thoughtfully at him.

"When was the last time you ate before this?"

Gil was a bit surprised by that comment, and it took him off balance. He was expecting something like, ‘Why does Nnamdi know all this shit?’ or ‘What happens when Jess dies?’ or even, ‘Why shouldn’t I talk about your sister?’, The kinds of questions that’d embarrass Gil like the rest of the conversation had. He was grateful for the turn of pace.

“Um...” Gil paused, and played with his chopsticks, “I- I can’t really remember.”

The demon raised an eyebrow.

"...why?"

"Um," Gil shrugged.

"I've been busy."

That gained a skeptical look.

"You've been too busy to eat."

so not believeing that. Try again.

Gil nodded quizzically.

"Yeah. Busy."

He coughed, "Anyway, yeah. That's me. Since I came here, it's been attracting more things to kill than just haints, so you got pulled in." A pause, "...sorry."

An eyebrow raise. Alright. Fine.

He waved off the apology, ordering another round of sushi, and some sashimi to take home. Aziraphale would have his head (not literally, of course) if he went out for sushi and didn't bring him home any. He made a mental note to pick up a nice Zinfandel on the way home to go with it. Gluttony was a sin, after all, and Crowley was more than willing to revel in it.

"It's fine. You couldn't help it." He snatched up a piece of yellowtail with his chopsticks. "Though it does explain why you freaked when you first met Az. Your angels sound as nasty as the ones from Alexiel and Rosiel's world." He popped the raw fish in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

Gil nodded, thankful.

"Well... the last thing is," He shrugged, might as well tell this part, "When my whole family dies? The FOg have special orders to pick me up and put me somewhere haints can get me, so they can just all come to one place and the FOG can pick 'em off easily. That's the real reason I freaked. Since... Jess isn't here, and all."

And more sushi was coming? God, this was awesome.

Crowley had to blink, at that. Blessed God above---if you'll excuse his language.

"Shit, kid." he stated, with a shake of his head. "That definitely explains it." He leaned back a bit as their server took the old tray of sushi away and replaced it with a new one, also handing Crowley the take-home box for Aziraphale. He nodded a thank you before turning his attention back to the sushi. "So where have you been staying all this time, if your brother's not here?"

Again, Gil dug into the fish and rice with alacrity.

Shrugged shrugged, murmuring low, "P-park bench," It was what Jess would've told him to do, anyway.

Now, that---that definitely gave Crowley pause and a frown appeared. His chopsticks flashed out, haulting Gil's in their path. "Woah woah woah, wait a minute." The demon raised an eyebrow at the boy. "Are you saying that you've been sleeping on a park bench ever since you got here?"

Gil looked up, blankly.

"Yeah." He sighed, "Unless you think me living in an apartment so my next door neighbors can get brutally murdered."

Crowley huffed, sitting back again and releasing Gil's chopsticks. "Fine, fine." He raised an eyebrow. "Can't be pleasant, though."

“It isn’t, but...” Gil shrugged, “It’s life... or whatever.”

He continued to eat, wondering if he should take some home with him.

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