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<div align=center>Judging by how eager he was to take away the goods from him it was clear Jericho had done something right at least in terms of his judgement. He smirked at this small victory. It was in his nature to try and be a good person, which was met with varying degrees of success. He had to try and be an angel. That's what he told himself at least. There wasn't a point really in doing so, but... Hell, it made himself feel better if anything.

"Jericho. My name's Jericho." He greeted simply, skimping out on his last name for now. That would come later if he ever came across him again. "And you are?" He smiled, leaning back with his coffee in hand. He was surprised that he didn't tell him who he was earlier, then again he wasn't all that sure if it was a good idea at first. Now he wasn't as dangerous, it was about the only good time to do so. Though he soon was telling more about himself anyhow, which made him look to him curiously. "Restock? You own a store or something?" He asked with intrigue. Did he really? What would he sell? Honestly he was afraid to ask. Probably guns or something, knowing him. Taking a sip of his coffee, Jericho nearly pulled a spit take as he choked on it with the new information.

After a brief cough, he looked shocked. "Two days? You haven't slept in two days?" Stranger or not this guy needed some help. Relaxing a bit in his chair he regained his cool while shaking his head. "Yeah I'm taking you home after this. You owe it to yourself anyway." Jericho assured, refusing to take no for an answer. "If I have to carry you back to your place so be it. But you aren't staying out anymore. Hell naw." Why was he doing this? He didn't know. Stupid empathy and caring about people he didn't even know the name of. Stupid being a dumb angel thing. He'd rather be a demon. At least he wouldn't have to care as much. </div>

<div align=center>Hayate... That was a nice sounding name. He hadn't heard it before though this was possibly due to it originating in a different country. Was he from around here? He hadn't asked yet. Perhaps that'd come later. On any case he'd have to find a way to call him something shorter for he wasn't one to remember names especially if they were on the longer side. But not if he didn't like it. After all, he himself hated being called 'Jeri' outside people close to him. Perhaps he'd have a bit more motivation then in matching his name with his face. It was pretty hard to forget, anyway. "Hayate... Cool name." He stated simply, taking a bite of the warm bun in front of him. Now that he was getting to know his new acquaintance he was deeming himself to be a very interesting person indeed. "An exterminator huh? Nice. Didn't know this place had a pest problem." Oh, if he only knew. Then again it probably would be best for him to be his usual oblivious self, at least in this scenario.

Upon his next comment Jericho simply nodded in more of a 'no duh' tone than anything. Sure he was dedicated which was good, but how effective was he performing if he was on the brink of exhaustion? Jericho couldn't imagine very well. Even still the poor guy was determined to do what he needed, even resorting to acting all sad and puppylike about it. He would have patted his shoulder in support, but those canine teeth of his looked like they could leave a mark if he wasn't a particularly touchy person. "Eh, those can wait till the morning. You're gonna work yourself to death if keep at it." He pointed out with a bit of concern. "If I'm not butting in to something real secret or whatever, you mind telling me what these jobs are?" Just then he briefly shrugged his shoulders, ready to regret the words soon to follow. "I mean, if they're not too hard I can try to help." </div>

<div align=center>Maybe it was the effect of the school, but Jericho hadn't been here too long and already not much phased him in the supernatural department. He had been used to everything being the other way around, the world oozing with people and not an unnatural creature or person in sight. Now he could walk down the street and most likely get his groceries checked out again by some sort of psychic or demon. He never had considered anything a pest. Yet. He had been fortunate enough to not have a bad run in to alter his ignorance.

And still there was something telling Jericho that he wanted to help. Why? It sounded like a risky job, and he was a magnet for poor decisions and dangerous ideas. He was still level headed sure, but he always managed to do something dumb. "Well, it's nice of you to care. But I'd rather end up doing something risky for a cause rather than out of my own stupidity." He chuckled, leaning back. "And trust me, I do that a lot." A lot indeed. However with the mention of payment there was further incentive to put his life on the line. Besides this guy seemed cool, what would really go wrong? "I wouldn't say no to that. I mean, if I'm not gonna cramp your style or anything that sounds tempting." He then looked down at his bags, which were settled by his feet. "Could use some more cash, anyway."</div>

<div align=center>Almost like a kid waiting for approval, Jericho practically was on the edge of his seat to anticipate his answer. He had a cool sounding, risky job. Of course he wanted in. Better than submitting a job application to be a dishwasher for the restaurant down the street. Naturally of course when he finally agreed a small 'yes!' from him was heard, though quickly he tried to not be so unprofessional and listen to what he had to say.

Like he vaguely suspected this company wasn't any ordinary pest control. So this guy had slain creatures. Creatures like him. That former excitement evolved into wariness as he just put two and two together to figure out just why he had almost pulled something out on him earlier... Welp, he wasn't dead yet. So at least he stood a chance not changing that fact soon. This guy was relatively good right? Surely he did things for a decent cause, therefore Jericho couldn't help but to trust him on this. Besides, hunting down a ghoul sounded cool as shit.

Nodding at his question, Jericho confirmed he knew the basics of whatever he was hunting. Slow. Stupid. Creepy. Understood. "Well I hope it's nothing worse than one." He stated, though more thinking aloud than anything. Turning back up to him, he asked "And how do you do said 'dealing with'?", emphasizing with air quotes. Well, in his mind the answer was clear. Still, he wanted to make absolute sure they were on the same page. "Otherwise you've got me on board." He grinned mischievously, already sold despite the little amount of information. </div>

<div align=center>"A gun?" Naturally for a boy of his age and his skewed common sense that seemed like the best idea in the world for only a few seconds. But he was a bit smarter than that, and knew that at the very least firearms weren't meant to be messed with. "Well, you're probably right in that assumption." He would have added in the fact that he'd shoot his eye out if he wasn't careful, but then he remembered... Oh yeah. "I tried shooting before when I was a kid... But the gun bounced back and hit me in the face." He grumbled, "Damn nearly broke my nose." So yeah, unless he could master the art of gunslinging in less than twenty four hours he seriously doubted that handing him a revolver or the like was the wisest of decisions.

Still he didn't give up hope. He smiled a bit, praying that this guy's patience was high enough that he wouldn't give up on him and his incompetence. "But there has to be something else ya got, right?" Glancing through the corner of his eye he focused on his wings, which rustled in response. "I mean, these things ain't just for looks. I can fly, if that helps any. Plus I'm a good aim in terms of throwing." And hey, if he wasn't wearing his jacket it would be clear he was swole enough to look like he could put up a good fight. He would show him, but he felt all toasty and nice and didn't want to take the jacket off. "I mean I get it if there's like only one way to do it or whatever, can't imagine how fickle killing mythical creatures is. By no means let me slow ya down." He shrugged, noticing that even the coffee wasn't warding away the inevitable. "I shouldn't be troubling you with questions anyways. You look damn near ready to pass out." Maybe a good rest would help him make a better decision? He hoped so. </div>