[OOC: IT IS. ;; Not that a zillion things didn't crop up making me slow anyway. :|]
Sonny hears the footsteps before he sees her. Instinct tells him to turn to be certain that it is her, and not someone that wants to try to jump him for his wallet. It is Chicago. Monsters are common. Muggings are just as common.
No one said this city was pretty in any sense of that word. If he wanted pretty, he would have left a long fucking time ago, but people like him-- demons like him don't fit in pretty places. Pretty places don't need help.
He turns before she says anything. His one hand had curled into a fist but he forces it to relax again now that she's here. It's another important reason that he not do this alone as much as he doesn't want to have most of his team seeing this. The demon has a habit of getting out of control when he's alone.
Why stop? Where's the reminder that he's anything but a demon?
"Hey," Sonny says, and then looks grimly back at the mess in front of them. "It's a real pretty sight."
Ah, sarcasm. It serves him well... even when it sounds rough around the edges as it comes out of his mouth.
"There's not much left, but if there was a bomb in the party too, he had to have gone in to set it up. I don't know if anyone even found it. If it's fucking magic. It could look like whatever he wanted it to look like."
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Sonny hears the footsteps before he sees her. Instinct tells him to turn to be certain that it is her, and not someone that wants to try to jump him for his wallet. It is Chicago. Monsters are common. Muggings are just as common.
No one said this city was pretty in any sense of that word. If he wanted pretty, he would have left a long fucking time ago, but people like him-- demons like him don't fit in pretty places. Pretty places don't need help.
He turns before she says anything. His one hand had curled into a fist but he forces it to relax again now that she's here. It's another important reason that he not do this alone as much as he doesn't want to have most of his team seeing this. The demon has a habit of getting out of control when he's alone.
Why stop? Where's the reminder that he's anything but a demon?
"Hey," Sonny says, and then looks grimly back at the mess in front of them. "It's a real pretty sight."
Ah, sarcasm. It serves him well... even when it sounds rough around the edges as it comes out of his mouth.
"There's not much left, but if there was a bomb in the party too, he had to have gone in to set it up. I don't know if anyone even found it. If it's fucking magic. It could look like whatever he wanted it to look like."