silver bullet

<div align=center>Days like this weren't meant for anything else besides blowing what little money he had on things he didn't need, or so he told himself. Not having anything else in particular to do and having his excuse that he did really need another guitar string, Jericho had went off by himself to the city. Now he had bags worth of way-too-expensive clothes that he'd end up hacking at with safety scissors and end up ruining them. Tailors were overrated anyway.

At least the jacket he was wearing wasn't completely destroyed with the holes for his wings. Those trailed behind him with the slight bounce in his step, occasionally dropping a feather or two along the way. He was heading back to his dorm when he heard a disturbance behind him, gaining towards him yet he ignored this. They'd probably run past him because they were late for something. Which would be cool. However, this wasn't the case.

Joltingly the same slight concern began a head's on problem as he felt the stranger crash into him on behind with a grip to his wings. "Oi!" The nephilim yelled in surprise, stumbling forth and almost coming to crash on the ground. Luckily for him he turned on his heels at the right time, now facing the attacker of sorts. "Dude what the hell? Haven't you heard of personal space?" Jericho huffed a bit aggravatingly, knowing by the force of the action that the attack was on purpose. On any case the rude stranger was part dog. Maybe he had reacted like such, mistaking him for another. Calming down a bit, he raised a brow at the, er... Dog boy. "You lost or something?" He asked, in a tone more condescending than inquisitive. He was trying to be rude, but... Well, if he did end up breaking the ridiculously high priced sunglasses he bought, there were going to be issues.</div>

<div align=center>Whoever this guy was it was clear he was about as happy as Jericho was about running into his wings. He still didn't know why the hell he did, but it was clear that Jericho's angry reaction had incited a similar one in him. Regretting it, he slightly put his hands up in submission. He could fight, but he really wasn't prepared for one. "Hey man calm down.." The calmness of his tone soon snapped when the other suddenly snatched in his pocket as if he was going to pull out something serious. "Aw shit!" He yelped as he could only imagine what he was going to do. Instinctively his wing raised to guard his body as futile as it was in protecting him. Certainly things has escalated faster than expected, going immediately from a rude bump-in to a firearm threat. Christ.

But by the slim chance of luck the threat was nothing more than a bluff as the man did pull out a... Bone? Jericho's flinch lowered, his eyes opening as he blinked. Instead of a gunshot there was silence, an awkward one at that. He did have the intention of shooting him. But the poor guy was so tired that he made a little mix up. Nervously, Jericho chuckled. "So I'm guessing fetch is out of the question then." He smirked, folding his wing back to its proper place. "Maybe you should take a little nap before you, I dunno, attempt to murder somebody." Then again, maybe it was a good thing he didn't. </div>

<div align=center>For a second there, he almost felt bad for the poor guy. He looked like he was regretting it, though perhaps this was over his own dignity rather than freaking the other out. Whatever the case was he was being cute, or at least he thought so. He was almost temoted to give the guy a scratch behind the ears if he wasn't so unpredictable. "Guess I'm lucky then." He sighed with a hint of a sideways smile. "Didn't really plan on dying today anyway." Yeah. That would have been a bummer.

Not too far after he had gotten perplexed once more, this time on his motivation. "So let me get this straight- you were so tired that you nearly assaulted my wings to take a nap." Somehow this didn't add up. Then again, Jericho wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. "Christ you do really need to go to sleep." And perhaps he would need to try to help him in some way. After all it looked like he couldn't even take sarcasm properly. "I was kidding, but uh...." Was he really going to play fetch with the other? "If you wanted to we can." He shrugged. The nephilim had a better idea though, and it required him to try and be kind.

"But you don't look like you're really fit to. You want me to buy you a coffee or something? It'd be a really bad idea to pass out around here, so maybe caffeine wouldn't be a bad idea." Yeah. No telling what a city would do to a fatigued young man, especially if he was what seemed to be halfway blind. And pretty. Don't forget about that.</div>

<div align=center>He couldn't help but to chuckle a bit at the other's struggles, as his delirium was making him more of a ditz than a threat. If he had made that same joke to some he met a few days ago he might as well kissed his life goodbye. The growing trend of people who couldn't take a joke being the same people who could kill him instantly was alarming. So he just laughed along with him a bit stiflingly, hoping that nothing drastic wouldn't happen the rest of this encounter. If he kept this up than he supposed he'd be okay. At least he could fly away if there were any serious issues.

Upon confirmation of his offer he smiled a bit again. He barely knew this guy, but even if he was a bit gruff he certainly didn't deserve to be dissected. "Yeah we don't want that." He assured, wincing mentally at the thoughts. Even the supernatural people wanted to capture and make money off the supernatural. He initially thought it was a human thing. Just went to show there were no safe places, really. "Right on." Jericho confirmed after his agreement to caffeine himself up to prevent bad things from happening. Would it make him more alert and possibly dangerous again? Hopefully not. He'd just have to buy something that would be just enough to get him home and crash. No need for espresso or anything.

"Luckily for you there's one down the street. C'mon. And don't pass out on me." With that Jericho took the lead, prepared to spend the little money he had left over for this particular trip on a stranger that was close to killing him- er, 'scaring him'. Being a people pleaser had its drawbacks for the nephilim, that was for sure.

In a few second's time he had arrived, holding the door open before letting the stranger in. There was a bit of a line, so perhaps letting a halfway conscious dog boy in it wasn't a great idea. "Uh, why don't you go sit down? I got it." He instructed quietly, gesturing over to an empty seat. Maybe if Jericho was fortunate he'd keep his eyes- well, eye- open long enough to remain awake. "You got any preferences for what you want?" It was one of those places with the really hard to remember and equally as hard to pronounce names for different types of coffee. Unless he was a coffee person like himself, he'd probably get him straight up black coffee. "No espresso though. You really do need to go to sleep at some point."</div>

<div align=center>When the other removed his eyepatch for a brief moment, it took neatly everything he had to not muster a surprised or horrified reaction. Not because it was gross, but... Ouch. Jericho almost believed he was wearing it for fashion, as if the pirate look was suddenly in or something. Sadly this wasn't the case and he could only imagine what had happened. Still he knew it was impolite to ask about those things so he kept his mouth shut. He was on a niceness roll anyway and didn't want to somehow screw that streak up.

"Can do." He muttered simply, taking his mind off his injury and onto his request. As he figured what he was going to get, he was handed more money from the other. Raising his brow out of genuine surprise he contemplated his options, not wanting to refuse kindness but not wanting to take advantage of him either. "Uh... Alright. Thanks man. Be back in a few." He smiled a bit more brightly before turning towards the line, proceeding to make his order.

A few minutes later he returned with a cappuccino for himself and a frappe for the other, the kind that was overloaded with extra toppings and more like a milkshake than a coffee. Still, he thought they were good, though avoided the mocha ones on purpose. Didn't chocolate kill dogs? He wasn't sure but he didn't want to accidentally murder him, either. He set it down in front of him along with a bagel of sorts and the money left over. Really he had still paid for himself and half of what he ordered, which felt like a guiltless compromise on his part. He himself had a cinnamon bun, which he went promptly to poking with a fork. "So uh, hope you like it." He certainly did. Because if he had to play twenty questions with the barista again on why he had wings and what an angel-looking thing would be doing in a coffee shop he was going to flip. With that out of the way he leaned in his chair a bit. "So, quick question- what were you doing wandering around on the brink of passing out? You should have stayed home today if you were that exhausted." He honestly doubted the course of one day would make him so tired that he was about to faint. The day wasn't even over yet, so why was he so sleepy? "I mean I get having shit to do, but you gotta look after yourself before that. For your own sake."</div>