for a lack of better things

@Bolt

Sherry's soul seemed to be a murky grey; that in-between state that was neither pure nor truly tainted. It wasn't exactly a state that he liked, per se. Tybalt preferred the light and the pure, being of angelic influence, but too many people had those grey souls these days. He grew so tired of it... His partner was one of those, too.

As for not caring... What a pity. She didn't have any of that curiousity about her. That why that made people what they were today. Hey, if she was "just a normal human" who happened to live a few thousand years, he figured the why was a sticking point. If he were a human, he knew it definitely would be. But he was an angel, and he already had his answers.

"Hm... Interesting. So you've seen quite a bit, then." He wasn't surprised, and he settled easily back into his seat, leaving the heavy and crumbling tomb on the table in front of him. He'd get a much better look at it later, when he had time to flip through it page by page with forensic gloves on.

"Not much to my story, to be honest. I'm not human, and I've been around for a while. I wasn't around for everything, but I've seen some stuff from... multiple perspectives, to say the least."

The thing was, Tybalt never outright admitted or told people what he was. If they guessed correctly then he wouldn't really deny it, as his partner had done, but he never volunteered the information. It had too many wounds associated with it.

"It's been an interesting life, but you're right, it does seem to blend in after a while."

@Bolt (yeah, we totally should. Also, sorry for not replying for so long, I got swept up with liiiiiiife)

"Hey, enough variety in powers that maybe someone already did." Of course he was throwing out metaphorics here. He knew that if someone probed his memory, they'd find plenty of personal misery. It wasn't like he particularly enjoyed being cast down from heaven like rubbish, but he knew it had been his fault. Wrath had gotten the better of him.

"History buff, huh? I mean, after seeing so much of it, I guess you gotta be at least somewhat interested." Tybalt looked into it every once in a while, but he really cringed at the sins of humans brought to light throughout history. Who was the one that said it... Where history was just the version of events that the winners agreed upon.

Of course, this meant a slightly greyed soul was frowned upon. A soul like Angelo's, grey and sticky, made it even worse. He was judgmental, to say the least.

"Ah... Worst part, huh?" He scratched the scruff on his chin for a moment, mulling it over. "I guess... never being able to see people for very long. Or at least not being able to form close bonds with them until you realize they live a while, too."

@Bolt

It was a moot point for him, weird as it sounded. Tybalt didn't feel quite as badly about not forming relationships, even though it was admittedly one of the worst parts about his immortality. He was a different species, built to do different things, and so he wasn't quite as required to make lasting bonds as humans were. Was he even meant to do so in the first place? Good question.

He took a sip of his coffee, swirling the liquid in the mug now that it was nearly empty. "My pleasure." Turning things grim, of course, was almost never his intention. But when the topic turned to mortality, it was inevitable that someone would say something that brought a hush upon the crowd. People didn't like to talk about dying, after all.

"And how about yourself? What would be the worst thing about being a few hundred years old?" Everyone had a different perspective on things, didn't they? Just because Tybalt was casual about these things, didn't mean others often were.

He had bigger things to strive towards, after all.

@Bolt

Huh, he supposed that was true, too. Tybalt shrugged right back, finally draining his cup and putting it down. "Hm... How unfortunate. Part of being human, hm?" The thing is, Tybalt had infinite memory as an angel. He didn't forget as he aged because... Well, he wasn't a being of age. Damn, it was difficult to explain, so he just wouldn't.

"For a lack of better things to say, I can only partially sympathize. My memory is still intact, but I usually just shrug off events. I mean, there's nothing I can really say that would change people; they're stubborn." He'd learned that through his years of judgement, looking down upon humanity and heaving a great sigh at the peril they've created for themselves.

Another glance out the window; snow was really falling now, in those big fat cottonball flakes that got everywhere and turned into a slurry within a few hours. How bothersome, really. "Now, I'm sure you didn't plan to spend all day here with me. I really aught to get going myself."

@Bolt

There was a pause at the end of her badly faked English complaint, then he couldn't help but smile just a little. He took her number between two fingers and regarded it for a few moments before slipping it into his wallet. "Very well. I'll call you up sometime." She seemed interesting enough, even if it was just for a walk down memory lane.

"Everybody needs some consistency, right?" Hell, maybe even an angel. Tybalt gave her a quick clap on the shoulder as he brushed past her, walking out into the cool afternoon air with the big puffballs of snow raining down on him.

Perhaps today hadn't been productive, but he was fine with just meeting Sherry.