excuse me miss

Please. More like half gay half ... Even gayer. He didn't say that out loud, though. That sounded dumb even in his head. This man looked less like an angel and far more like some kind of mutant bird. Levi was right, though. Fallen angel sounded pretty gay, and Ty had to swallow a smile at the second bit of Levi's comment. Somehow, the way gay nest was delivered just made Levi sound cuter than anything. Not gay cute, just ... Friend cute.

Ty kept having to switch his gaze between his roommate and the angel, suddenly wishing that he hadn't gotten up to confront this stupid bird. Levi looked comfortable under that tree, and Ty felt rather savage towards Jericho for interrupting his comfort. The fact that this stranger seemingly kept insisting that they were gay only added insult to injury. "We're gay? Says the one who won't stop talking about gay pairings. How do we know you're not gay, and hitting on us? You've been eyeing us pretty oddly." Backing up a little, Ty stared suspiciously at Jericho, as the thought that the stranger was hitting on them slowly began to make more and more sense to him.

<div align=center>Suddenly that easygoing approach to the easily irritated duo flared up with a sudden personal insult. Not only was his species demeaned but his sexuality as well. So they were going to play like this, eh? Well, rather than being blatantly insulted, he went the detached route. "Oh no, I don't refer to myself as a fallen angel. Sounds too 'pre teen emo-kid' for me, honestly. I just stick with Nephilim." Following that brief defense he moved on two debunking two more statements: a simple question and a suspicion from the grumpy boy. "And I wasn't accusing you guys of being gay again. I just wanted to know what your species' are or whatever, seriously. Y'all are so damn touchy." Then, with a slight tilt of his head towards Ty, he gave off a more devious grin. "Babe don't flatter yourself. I wasn't checking you out, I-" Stopping in the middle of his sentence, he snickered. Well, so much for playing off his preferences ambiguously. Determining they weren't a threat by their prepubescent-level insults, Jericho approached with his hands raised in a relinquishing manner.

"Alright, you got me. I like men- actually, no. Men are pretty damn great. Love 'em." But this wasn't to say he was gay, either. "But I like women too. Boobs are nice. I like everybody, unlike you meanies." Though his tone was a bit on the edge upon that statement he hadn't truly felt hostility yet. The two were entertaining to say the least, and with their seemingly prepubescent set of insults there wasn't much harm in being around them... Kinda. Plus they were a cute set of friends, or more-than-friends if that was really true. That wasn't going to stop Jericho from light set of banter, even if he had initially went on a tangent with the point he was trying to make earlier.

"Ooo, sidetracked a bit. My bad. Anyway I was going to say that I have a boyfriend and he's like 500% cuter than you two put together. Just sayin."

However...

He glanced at Levi. "But if there's really such thing as a gay nest then shit, sign me up. I'll invite you guys too, but uh... I'd imagine you'd have to come out of the closet first. Must be pretty cramped in there with two people in it."</div>

Species? "Human ...?" What species did he look like? Obviously he was a human. A very talented, gifted, beautiful student. Preening himself in his mind, the rest of Jericho's sentence flew right over his head as he complimented himself ceaselessly in his mind. He was the absolute epitome of perfection, and obviously this angel-man knew it if he was checking him out.
His suspicions were quickly confirmed, and Jericho admitted his sexual preferences. Seemingly, he liked both, which was an unholy suprise to Tyberius. Were you allowed to like both? He hadn't thought so. He had always been taught that it was one or the other, and if it was the other, you were gay and that was a bad thing.

Offended that Jericho would call the nasty boyfriend cuter than them combined, Ty made an irritated noise. Then, Jericho called them gay. Again.
Snarling now, Ty jumped to attack, knocking the dumb bird man to the ground. He took quite a lot of irritation from the fact that he wouldn't stop ribbing them, even though they were both most definitely not gay.
"Call us gay, one more time. See what happens. I dare you." His voice had lowered considerably, and he leaned over the birdman, hands in his pockets. He was ready to dump the thing in the lake and be done with it; all this talk was going nowhere, and was only serving to agitate him further.

<div align=center>An incubus and a seemingly normal person. Jericho mentally noted the identity of the two, feeling a bit smug after his correct assumption in at least one of them being a dumb demon. The other of course wasn't just what his appearances let off. He had to have some freaky power or something that could snap the winged man in two. Which was why he only messed with someone to a certain point.

That point this time was when he was pushed to the ground with a small 'oof!', wings sprawling behind him as he looked up at the imposing figure. Well, it would be imposing if he was actually intimidated by his personality and size alone. Once more did the Nephilim raise his hands as a sign of both submission and defeat. "Oi buddy chill. I was just teasing, I'll stop." Though as this apology was set forth what he really wanted to say was It was a joke, not a dick. Don't take it so hard, but that would make everything much worse. "I don't think you two are a thing. Not gay. Nope. 100% hetero. Straighter than a ruler." Did that make things better? The boy looming over him didn't horribly give off that vibe. The incubus, however... There was no way in hell he wasn't the least bit gay, but if the other man was his friend there was a small chance he'd still get his teeth punched in if he wasn't careful enough.

Though the presence was forbidding Jericho saw he wasn't completely useless after some initial shock. Hell it wasn't like he was a weakling or anything. Even through his t-shirt it was clear he had some sort of upper body strength and wouldn't hesitate to use it if push came to shove. But he was a lover, not a fighter. And besides, he didn't want to go sporting around a black eye.

So with a fairly smooth leap he landed on his feet, wobbling to get himself back to the other's eye level. He did glance over at Levi, his taunts while he was down glazing over the feelings of the dense bird boy. "Oh, I talk shit? All I did was make an honest mistake cuz I was fifty-something feet in the air and saw you two all close and whatever. And then my junk was threatened by this guy over here and yet I'm the bad guy." He scoffed exaggeratedly as he wasn't really serious again. Just then a question did summon from the back of his mind, one he was stupidly going to ask to his threat. "But I'm curious now- if I just so happened to call you ga- I mean, the G word, what the hell are you gonna do? I can fly away you know, and judging by those wings on your little incubus friend over there I might as well be chased by a chicken." Knowing it was a low blow Jericho did ask lightheartedly and further explained himself. "I won't though, because you asked me not to and I'm going to respect that. Just... Be honest with yourself. Whatever that is. It'll make you feel better."' Identity issues weren't foreign to him. Maybe they would be less sour if they were honest. Sure would make this encounter more bearable and yet somehow less entertaining. </div>

Tyberius backed down a little, appeased by the display of submission. He was slowly growing less irritated as the man took back his words, and he nodded wisely. Yes, both of them were straight. Good. The sooner everyone accepted this, the better. His defenses flew back up as Jericho stood again, and his teeth pressed together in what he figured was probably a way to keep himself together. By the time he was forty, he probably wouldn't even have any teeth. All the pressure he put on them wasn't very healthy, he guessed.

"Ah, you can fly. But can you fly fast enough? The chicken is more useful than you'd think. I'm not ... without, either. " He could fly as well, and his wings probably provided him with the speed necessary to keep up with a dumb angel anyway. He hadn't practiced flying very much these days, but with a couple seconds, he was sure he could get the hang of it again. His gaze flicked back to Levi, pleased to note that the boy was offended by being called a chicken. Filing this away in his mental cabinet of insults, Ty suddenly frowned. "Don't call him names. You're not allowed to do that." Only he was allowed to call the boy names. Anyone else and it was just ... Encroaching on his territory.

<div align=center>With his pride tarnished Jericho felt a bit more on edge with these boys, mainly due to his somewhat childish feeling of inferiority. He didn't want to start a fight so it was logically best to earnestly apologize and cower under his shadow. Not like he wouldn't honestly fess up to a mistake if he made one, but Jericho didn't want to say sorry to such a meanie. His little accomplice wasn't much better, either.

Still there was a glimmer of hope when his wings appeared to be a weakness. In all honesty they were kinda cool, but the light banter he was partaking in prevented him from admitting that. "Me? Scared? I dunno, you look pretty harmless to me." Yeah, he was too cute looking to really do much. But Jericho didn't want to say or dwell on this. He had a boyfriend, after all. And he was cuter. "And besides, flying away would make me the coward. Don't want to be the pigeon you all insist that I am, after all." Ah, fond childhood memories of chasing overweight pigeons down his street came to mind with thinking about this. Now the memories seemed ironic given his new nickname, but he wasn't going to officially adopt it any time soon.

He then looked to Ty, folding his arms rather pompously. "Well, not to brag or anything but I am pretty damn fast. Almost broke the sound barrier once... I think." Well, it wasn't a total lie. It was apart of his species to not have the effects of air pressure, wind speed, or difficulty breathing. So speed on its own wasn't much of a challenge for him. Still, despite his cockiness he didn't want to seem like a total bragging ass. "But that's just dangerous. And it wouldn't make for a fun game of tag if I left you two behind, would it?" He chuckled, thinking about how these two wouldn't catch up to him if he put any effort in getting away. But they could just as easily find out where he lived. There wasn't any winning in this situation, really.

"Oh, I'm not allowed? Why? Is that your job?" He was being defensive of him. How cute. "It's nice that you're so protective of your boyfrei-" Jericho cut himself off, realizing what he was about to say. He took a few steps back, muttering a small "Oops." as a pathetic form of apology. Smooth. </div>

Ty snorted, impressed by Jericho's speed and unwilling to say as such. He didn't believe much of what the man was saying, anyway, he looked like one of those who bragged too much to be believable. Even if Jericho took flight, he looked like a student, and with a bit of asking around, he bet they could find out more about the asshole pigeon.
Ty let Levi do most of the talking, nodding in support when Levi made the threat to beat the pigeon up. He didn't really think Levi had a whole lot in him to beat up someone of Jericho's size, but Ty would back him up if he started a fight here.

"Boyfriend? Boyfriend?" Ty snarled, offended once more. He could practically feel the hair on the back of his neck rising in irritation, and his nose wrinkled up in disdain. Sweat pooled at the small of his back, increasing with his newfound anger. He was protective, but only because Levi was ... Well... His irritating roommate. That was all. Tensed, Ty advanced the few steps forward that Jericho had taken back. "Are you sure that's the right word you were looking for?"