A New Partner

@"Thoth"

Not looking at the right stuff was probably correct, but getting caught in tourist traps was not. He'd seen literally all of New York at some point or another, and he still found that he quite disliked the cold and distant people with their sticky grey glows. There was no real need to tell that all to Angelo, though, so he just shrugged again.

"Hm... let's see..." He seemed to ponder it for a moment almost comically, one finger tapping on his chin before his face lit up in an obviously faux smile.

"I like dates with handsome men and beautiful women. Does that count?" Well, he wasn't lying, he did quite enjoy a sappy date that would make the ones in old French film look downright curt. "And I like theater."

@"Thoth"

Tybalt spotted the slight squint, though he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. He almost wanted to ask but decided to just let it go. Instead, he batted his eyelashes innocently. What? He was only being honest to the question and if Angelo didn't want to know, he shouldn't have asked.

"Really, any situation in which beautiful people get on stage and act the part. I was once an stage actor, you know. Had a good time and I never grew bored of it." His name had helped, certainly. Otherwise, quitting had broken his heart.

"So how about yourself? Enough about me, tell me of your interests."

@"Thoth"

Being very vague was something that came naturally to him. It was an odd little leftover trait from heaven, where he seemed to mostly speak in riddles or not at all before casting people down to hell or bringing them to heaven. He wasn't going to apologize for it, though it had toned down quite a bit since he came to earth.

"A pet, hm?" He gave a little nod. "I used to have a cat. Poor things, they don't live very long at all." Well, the cat did live to be something like seventeen years old and that was only including the years he had it. In comparison, Tybalt was ancient and something like the the life of a cat was woefully short.

"I don't think I'd own another animal. Perhaps a tortoise. Those live long enough." Even most parrots died too young. But tortoises were rather slow, and he didn't know how well they traveled.

@"Thoth"

It wasn't so much as a purposeful hint... More like an offhanded comment that revealed a bit more than he usually let on. Ah, he was growing quite clumsy, now was he? He almost reached up to rub at his temples but decided against it. Just... have things go smoothly. It was the first day he had this partner.

"Super long is a quaint way to put it. I am quite old." Ancient. Older than humanity. Turtles and parrots were drops in a pond to him, and comparing them to humans didn't help at all. No, humans came and went just as quickly.

"And I guess when you get as old as I am, everything just flashes by." He made a vague flicking gesture with his wrist, as if brushing something away. "It's a lonely life."

@"Thoth"

Tybalt eyed the food put down in front of him, not quite wary but curious of it. It wasn't like he ate very often, usually out of politeness than necessity. He went for the coffee first, though; it just felt like the natural thing to do.

"So I've heard, but I don't socialize much." He took a sip and shrugged. "But maybe I should make the acquaintance of these people. Would you be one of those that live centuries?" Hey, you'd never know on an island like Manta Carlos. Throughout history there had been pockets of populations much like this one; outcasts of the main society looking for some belonging. This wasn't unfamiliar, but still a bit unusual.

Tybalt's eyes wandered down to Angelo's chest and the muddy ball of grey soul there. It was only a brief flicker, but he honestly had to wonder what he'd done to redeem himself and get onto the police force. That was, if the station knew about it at all.