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Simple and straight to the point. Part of him expected a more in depth explanation than that, but the one Angelo gave was logical enough that he wouldn't question it. It was a matter of physical attraction for most humans to take the first step. Angelo was attractive, sure, but Tybalt had long ago come to terms that he sort of fell in love with everyone he met even if it was just a little.

"I wasn't thinking so, but..." He smiled mischievously, just a little, before going back to his usual stoic face. "I suppose that would make sense, now would it? Though you are aware that I'm not human, yes?" Of course he did, he'd seen his wings. He'd become violently acquainted with them after the last bullet exchange.
 
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Angelo let out a rather undignified snort mid-bite, setting his fork down. "Yes, I'm not an idiot. I know you're an angel." A fallen angel, but it felt a bit like rubbing salt in the wound to say it that way. Just angel was fine. "And I'm a... God only knows, half-reaper or something." Precious few people on the island were fully human, or even human at all, so it was hardly a big deal. "Are you going to surprise me with a 'by the way I'm actually a ken doll beneath the hood' or something?" Alright, probably not the best table talk, but it was the first thing that jumped to mind. As Catholic as he was, he didn't know squat about angels in reality. Hell, biblical angels were sometimes damn wheels of fire, and Tybalt definitely wasn't one of those.
 
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Tybalt made another vague humming noise. Ah yes, he'd mentioned this, though it was during the whirlwind that was Angelo discovering that he was apparently his namesake. He was a half reaper... or something. They hadn't been entirely clear on it, but he figured it wasn't something worth delving into detail right away.

But the comment about him potentially being a Ken doll made him cough, having to down a sip of water just to get it out of his system. "Goodness, Angelo, really?" There was only the slightest pause before he waved his hand dismissively. "How did you find out? Did Bob from accounting tell you?"

Of course he wasn't a Ken doll. He also wasn't multiple rings of fire and eyes, either. No, just a seraphim, and a pretty bog standard one at that. The bible depicted some of them as six wings with eyes embedded in them and some as angelic looking beings. He was fallen, his wings were tarnished, one was torn right off. He wasn't exactly 'angelic' looking anymore.
 
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For a moment, Angelo had to wonder if he was being serious - but no, he was just kidding, and Angelo left out a snort. "Hey, don't poke fun. Angels don't make any damn sense in the bible - the writers kept changing their minds on how you were all supposed to look." Some humanoid, some not humanoid at all, and so on and so forth. "It's not like the island puts out a guidebook on what to expect from species or anything." As useful as it sounded, it'd be next to useless. There were too many variations for it to be any use.

"Regardless, my point is that it doesn't really matter. I live on the island now, so the odds of me ending up with someone who was totally - or even mostly, if we're being honest here - human is pretty slim. It's not like dating an angel comes with any extra issues or anything." He paused, realizing that he didn't actually know. "Does it?"
 
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Tybalt thought he looked angelic enough in the Renaissance sense. Blond hair, blue eyed, pale skin... The scarring, definitely not. Neither was the whole tarnished wings part, but in every other sense he did look very much like one of those angels that Michelangelo would paint, or something along those lines.

"Well, it depends." Tybalt took another bite of his food, but his eyes wandered down to Angelo's chest once more. The faint glow was clearly visible, murky and tarnished with grey, just between his collar bones. A pity, whatever he did in the past. He'd need to take another look. Angelo seemed quite sweet all things considered, it was just too bad that a soul never lied.

"You do think I am awfully judgmental. And I guess a devout Catholic dating an angel would be... a little odd." Not to mention an angel of his... stature. Once extremely important, now nothing but disgraced. He didn't want to dwell on it.
 
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"Phanuel?" He hazarded a guess. He'd taken a look at a listing of angels, just to see if he could take a guess. There was one angel that was explicitly called the 'angel of judgement', and while he somehow doubted it was going to be that easy, it was worth a guess.

"I feel like calling me devout is probably stretching it a bit, honestly. I haven't gone to church in years - mostly keep to myself. I did go to church growing up, but - well, being religious on the island is a bit harder. Not much of a community." If there was even a catholic church on the island, he wasn't aware of it. "And you're only as judgemental as a human can be. It's not like you're supernaturally judgemental or anything. You could have been a particularly judgemental human." He pointed out carefully. He was slightly poking fun at it, but he really did think Tybalt was quick to judge.
 
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He shook his head. No, not Phanuel. It wasn't as if Tybalt was going to keep it form him if he did end up guessing correctly, but part of him kind of hoped that he wouldn't. He was already halfway through his plate at this point; why ruin dinner over a guessing game?

"Well, it's been a while since I've sat down to dinner with someone who still says grace." Granted, he didn't often sit down to dinner with anyone at all. Lunches were alright to have with people, and dates were the exception. Otherwise, he dined alone the majority of the time. "But that's fair enough. No church that I'm aware of." And now that he thought about it, he was a bit surprised.

There was a pause as Angelo said he wasn't particularly judgmental. Ah, if only he was truly aware. His whole job, his reason for being alive, was to judge and he still had that bone to pick with basically everyone he saw.

"Well, I guess you'll find out eventually. Maybe."
 
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He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the 'maybe'. He was fairly confident in his dating ability, and as far as he could tell, he and Tybalt would get along just fine. He wasn't sure about their long term viability, so to speak, but at the very least they weren't going to crash and burn after the first date if he had anything to say about it.

"So, secretly a master chef." He mused allowed, cutting off another chunk of steak, popping it into his mouth, and waiting to swallow before he continued. "What other great secrets does the mysterious Tybalt Capulette hide? Secretly a master seamstress? World's greatest pool player? Olympic champion at the highdive?" In other words, he was curious, and he wanted to know more about Tybalt. An open invitation, in other words.
 
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Okay, so perhaps he was softening up a little to Angelo. He honestly thought he'd kind of hate it, kind of feel that it was awkward, all mixed in with being just mildly annoyed that a coworker decided they'd be viable. But no, it seemed that he was interested in Angelo to some degree after all. Damn his romantic heart.

"Hm... What else about me..." He paused, as if thinking very deeply about what else he could possibly bring to the table. "Technically speaking, I'm cradle robbing... Or, since you asked me, you're nursing home robbing. Or something."

Okay, so he couldn't quite even take himself seriously with that one. His smile grew a little wider as he took another bite. "What else... I like to sing, I like to paint... Actually, forget the former. I like to paint. I'm alright at it, if I do say so myself."
 
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He was prepared for this. He was so prepared for this, even though he didn't know how old Tybalt actually was.

"Okay, but hear me out - I'm actually the cradle robber here. I'm one quarter of my lifespan. You have an infinite lifespan, so no matter what, you're at an absolutely tiny number. Or - I don't know, zero or undefined or something. Really small either way. So, twenty five percent is more than that, so really I'm the cradle robber." He grinned, propping his head up on his palm, looking rather smug at the moment. He'd obviously put some thought into this whole thing. "Plus, it explains why you're a renaissance man - because you were literally around during that time, so it's hardly unusual at all that you have more hobbies than anyone should be able to have time." Painting and singing and cooking seemed like a very high number of hobbies. Angelo... well, he would have a hard time naming one hobby. He worked. Most things he did were related to work in some way.

"I should probably give you some kind of cheesy line about liking to hear you sing right about now."
 
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