Blown into Town [SAMAEL]

Ashley laughed. "Freaking Metas man. I don't want to sound like an asshole, but man. They've gotta get a handle on that whole situation, am I right?" He said, obviously trying to cover something up horribly.

He nodded, "You know, I don't think I'll hate you either Sammy. You certainly aren't as bad as my old roommate." He looked around, trying to show that he was joking about being completely serious. "The voices in my head." Ixtab grunted about how stupid the joke was, and that he was completely useless.

"I've got the Ashleymobile. It's pretty sweet, to be honest."

”I hear ya. Luckily I haven’t been stuck in any of those dust ups that involved city blocks being leveled.” Samael explained, remembering a story about one of them on the news and it was not something that he wanted to get dragged into. It reminded him that there were more than demons that could cause him some real trouble. ”Would like to see something done about that though.” He then added, thinking about the food he would be eating in a few minutes, and his stomach began to rumble in anticipation.

He couldn’t help smirking when the male said something about not hating him, just liking the thought of that. Not that being hated was anything new to him, though he preferred to avoid any unwarranted hostility towards him. A statement about voice in his head followed, though all he did was narrow his eyes behind the tinted glasses. ”Handsome and crazy, quite the roommate I have.” He said with a bemused tone, subconsciously following anyone that walked about.

”Could probably upgrade you to a hotel room if….The Ashley mobile isn’t always up to your speed.” The grin remained for a few seconds. ”Was planning to pay for one anyway, so a second occupant won’t bother me too much.”

Ashley shrugged as the woman brought them a basket of breadsticks. He liked Sammy, and it was starting to get a little cramped in the Martyrmobile, so he nodded. ”Sure. I do like having a bed to sleep in.” He said grinning.

The food came, and Ashley immediately dug in. It had been a while since he had had something this good, and hoped that his last job had been enough to pay for something like this. It was just a little spark, what could happen, you know?

Little did he know, that the person he had sold spark to had gone to Seattle where they had dropped the spark into a sewer grate. They had gotten so upset at the loss of their spark; that they had manifested a strange meta gene. They became a living apartment complex complete with free wi-fi. Oddly enough, this person would quickly become infamous for running away during super fights. The legend of Rook was born.

But that's a story for another day.

Martyr poured a metric ton of Parmesan onto his chicken, after stating that there just was not enough on it despite the menu stating it was chicken Parmesan. He seemed indignant at the very thought.

Samael personally much preferred a soft bed to whatever a vehicle could offer, and his back usually thanked him more in the long run. Something that Ashley likely shared with him in that regards, and he would have liked any excuse to get to know more about his future roommate. This was of course to avoid potentially shacking up with anyone that would lead to the building spontaneously exploding. ”Don’t we all?” he asked in a rhetorical fashion, cheeky grin and arced brow giving that away well enough.

Quickly enough their food came however, the smell hitting him full force and making him salivate. Enhanced senses had their uses, though he tried not to focus on the individual ingredients in this case, as that tended to ruin the too human experience. While Ashley drowned his in parmesan, Samael enjoyed his meal as was, and appeared to enjoy it quite a bit.

”Do ya want more chicken with that parmesan?” Samael quipped, jabbing the fork into his mound of angel hair pasta, twirling the instrument into a nice wad and jamming it into his mouth, chewing it up and swallowing. ” Because I think it stops being Chicken parrmesan after some point.”

"Heh. I guess I like cheese, huh?" Ashley said trying his best to cover up his mistake, while scraping the cheese onto the plate beside the chicken. "So what do you do for work, Sammy?"