Uriel sat on his street corner, black sweatshirt pulled over his head, and a cigarette in his too pale, too small hand. He waved his hand in a direction, and it was odd, like he was flicking the ashes off the end of that dreadul cancer stick. He sighed, bring the thing back to his lips and took a drag.

It was dusk already. The sun had set, and Uriel wasn't working today. His pink eyes looked down at the sidewalk, and he sat up against a brick wall, his legs spread out and bent at the knees, and his left hand rested on his left knee of his jeans. Yes, they were street clothes, they were dirty, and they sucked. So what? Uriel could care less.

With a breath of smoke out of his mouth and nose, he sighed.

His blue hair fell into his eyes, and he was so dazedly distracted he was close to just nodding off and going to sleep here for the night.

He tilted his head skyward, letting it hit against the brick wall as he gave another thoughtful sigh.

Sleeping here wasn't a good idea. Especially when you are pretty. Jibril had learned that before. Speaking of Jibril, it was time to annouce his entrance. Of course, you heard him before you saw him.

It was a distinctive clinking noise, like metal against stone. That was exactly it too. Combat boots, covered in steel strips decorated his feet were clicking against the ground. He had that lazy, nonchalant look on his face and a joint in his mouth, he was high. Not like it was any different than usual. He had the joint in between his fingers and he took a long drag from it ebfore taking it out and blowing out the creamy looking smoke. He replaced the joint and ran a pale hand through rather messy purple hair, his orange streaks sticking out like a sore thumb.

He was a little over heated, which was why he had removed his grey and black checkered flannel shirt and tied it around his waist. His green shaded camoflauge pants were almost covered comlpetely by the large article of clothing. The pants were tucked in at the knees, were the boots came up to, and were pretty baggy still. It seems the only thing keeping them from falling off was the large black belt around his waist.

The only thing on his torso was a simple, white wife beater, and it was slightly wet with sweat too. But that didn't bother him. Nope, not at all. a little sweat never hurt anyone. He finished tying up his hair, which he had been reviously doing before taking a drag from his joint. The ponytail was messy, very sloppy, and off a bit, but it took his hair of is neck and out of his face. He was fine with that.

Now some more peices of metal were visible. Two peircings in both earlobes, a nose stud, and a lip ring. There were studs in the ears and the nose, and a small lip ring. There was a small chain connected to the lip ring, and it connected to the first studin the left ear. Yes, he liked that chain very much.

His senses picked up someone, or something, and immediately he turned his head to see a young man, sitting on the ground against the wall smoking. A small smile flickered across Jibby's face, great, a smoking buddy. He walked over to the boy lazily, taking a puff every now and then until he came in front of him.

Jibby loked over him lazily, bright green eyes bright, the pink and yellow flecks shimmering. Satsified he gave a nod, giving a long drag of his joint and blowing it out through his nose. A small smile.

"Dooo you mind....if I join you?" Deep voice, quiet and smooth. It was spoken lazily, drawled, not slurred, just as if he was rather sleepy.

Uriel could hear him about a mile away, in fact, what with his sensitive hearing. But he didn't care. He just didn't care, and that was that. And that was what some people like about Uriel; he was such a nice guy, but he didn't care much about anything. It was great, because you could probably stab him in the stomach and he wouldn't care. He was just that laid back.

He didn't care, but he noticed, so to speak. He didn't care that he noticed. Taking a long drag as well, Uriel closed his eyes, blowing out the white-colored smoke. After a tired blink or two, Uriel looked back down, and flicked the last of the ashes off the end of the stick, before taking another drag.

He blew more smoke through his mouth and nose and coughed a little, looking at the person who was now right in front of them.

"Since you just happen to be right there, why the hell not." Yeah, Uriel's pissy in a sarcastic way. You can't possibly blame the halfling. He had reason to be pissy... even though it didn't sound like he was. Everything implied otherwise, especially his low, slightly deep voice, that was literally smooth as silk, or as dark, creamy chocolate.

Whatever was the reason for him to be pissy? Jibril knew sarcasm when he heard it, but he accepted it anyways, sitting beside the young man. On other days, he'd be up on the person, nearly hugging them becuase he is like that, but with the evening's heat, no way in hell.

"Mhmmmmm....thanks." Jibril leaned his head back againt the building taking a long drag from his joint. He was studying the other from the corner of his bright eyes. Ugh, he was smoking a cigarette. Nasty. And unhealthy. He made a face, "I always wonder'd...how, how people can stand the taste of those things..."

Then again, pot was even more dangerous. But Jibby didn't care, he simply snuffled against his shoulder and turned his attentions to the other young man. There was something most curious about him.

Uriel nodded slightly, and then smothered the ashes of the cigarette into the piece of sidewalk on the other side of him, where Jibril wasn't sitting. Then he shrugged.

"Never was the taste. It's the effect. People get so addicted to it, and most never quit." He looked down, now, at the space of sidewalk between his legs and closed his eyes. He was so tired... so very tired. Perhaps that's what was making him pissy, if only slightly.

Now done with the cigarette, though, he seemed almost calmer, as if the air around him had changed, or something of the sort.

He sighed, then, and pillowed his head on his other knee, as if trying to go to sleep. And he was.

"Mmmm...addiction...i's the same with drugs...like pot..." He waved his joint around as he blew out creamy smoke, "But pot 's...much worse than tabacco....yea..."

He nodded his head slowly and looked to Uriel with a blank look, kid looked like he was about to fall asleep. He gave a chuckle, shaking his head. Oh well, might as be polite.

He scooched over to the young man and offered his shoulder, "Here...lean on my shoulder...should be more comf'rtable..." He smiled softly, looking just as tired as the other with the dark circles around his eyes. But that was natural, he always looked sleepy. It didn't help that he was an insomniac.

"'m Jibril...call me Jibby if you wish..."

"Tell me about it," the younger man said sleepily, and only mildly sarcastically. He looked up a little now, letting his eyes open. "It's like heroin or cocaine or anything else. Mm, I should know."

"Oh, nn, thanks." He said with a little yawn, leaning his head on Jibril's shoulder and closing his eyes.

"...Jibril.. mm, I... I'm Uriel."

He spoke as if he were almost drunk, fighting the words to come out. But he sounded adorable, like a little kid, only... with a deeper, healthier, more grown voice.

He rubbed up against his shoulder a little bit, acting sort of like a cat, and all but mewing.

"Nice...to meet'cha Uriel..." Hmm, Uriel. One of the other angels. He was Jibril(Gabriel), here was Uriel, now all they need is Michael and Raphael. How funny. Jibby cracked a grin that looked a bit too twisted for his pretty face. It quickly fell off though replaced by his normal tired expression.

"Hey...you shoudn't sleep here..." Jibril yawned and leaned his head against the other's. Maybe he should take the boy to his home...yea, so the boy can sleep. Jibril has nothing to do, that sounds like a good idea.the boy looked so peaceful..he reminded him of something very familiar to him.

"Angel...or at least part angel...aren't you?"

"Nice to meet you.. too." Unintentionally, Uriel snuggled closer to Jibril's body, and then practically gave over to the dream world. He blinked sleepily, however, when he was told he shouldn't sleep here.

"...hn? Wh'not?" He asked, closing his eyes, but if asked, was 'only resting them' now. After all, he didn't see why it wasn't safe, considering he lived a block or two from here. "I live 'ere." He said triedly, and gave the smallest of yawns.

"Yeah... half breed... or a' leas' 'at's what m'mum said. Demon n' angel.." he was sort of mumbling this into Jibril's shoulder, sort of snuffling into him like a dog.

(gahshort. x_x)

Jibril smiled and controlin himself from squealing at the cuteness of the other. That little peice of information was interesting though. But he wasn't surprised. Jibril seemed to meet a lot more half breeds then 'pure bloods'. A lot of angels weren't as good and nice as some may think they would be, and a lot are vain, like elves.

He shook his head, "Well then, ew're almost related...I'm one hundred pecent angel. Let's take you home so you can sleep properly..."

To his house he means. He chuckled and and shifted so it would be comfortable fo the both of them. He simply watched Uriel for a moment before taking a puff.

((Pish posh! It is fine! ^^))

"Almost related? Nn, yeah, that's right." Uriel really should've been used to having people notice him for what he was (or at least part of what he was), but he really wasn't. It'd happened twice in the course of yesterday and today, both on different ends of the breed. One demon, and now this one was angel. That was... different.

He blinked, forcing himself to open his eyes. He flexed his fingers and looked down at them, finding it fine to do so since Jibril didn't seem to be offended by what he was... or half of what he was, rather.

He glanced briefly down at his claws and then sighed.

"One hundred percent, hm? It'd be nice to know what that's like."

He blinked again and stifled a yawn with his hand. Then he contemplated this... going home thing.

"...probably would be better for me to go home, hn?"

Of course Uriel didn't catch what Jibril meant.

"Maybe, bu' I think tha'd be interesting, half and half...I see that a lot nowadays."

Yea, a lot. Though he still can't help but wonder how many of those children were made during consensual sex and not just products of rape. He shook his head softly, petting the other on the head.

"Maybe..." Does he really live in this area? It isn't good for him. Jibril seriosuly considered taking him home. Why? He had met plenty of half-breeds before, why is this one special? Well, considering he doesn't know him very well, he isn't special to Jibby.

Jibby is simply being selfish, he is lonely and wants some company, okay? Maybe if he's lucky, the boy'll fall asleep here and he can carry him home with a reason.

That he didn't know where the boy's house was.

"Really, do you?" He asked, already attempting getting up. "I've only met the... damn, what's that phrase... I don't know. I haven't met any half breeds in my time, other than myself."

He sighed, stretching out his arms a little, and tried to push off the pavement so he could stand the right way. It only worked a little, though, and he struggled slightly to his feet.

"Maybe what?" He asked, now leaning against the brick wall, looking lazily down at Jibril.

"I have to get home."