"I keep asking because you've barely eaten in two days. You and I both know that barely eating and sleeping can't be good for you. You have no idea how many people I've seen wither away after withdrawal by doing the exact same thing." He sat at the table with his half of the sandwich.
"think what you want, at least one of us thinks I'm entertaining, is that right Spooks?" He gently nudged the cat's head
Simon snorted and pulled a piece of lettuce out of Razielle's sandwich, placing it on his tongue. "Happy now?" He half-heartedly chewed it. "Ew." Spooks hooked her claws on his pant leg and he picked her up. "You are very needy, young lady. Do you know that?"
"hey! You have your own food." He snapped, scooting back a bit in his chair so Simon couldn't reach. "Maybe it'd taste better with the rest of the sandwich." He pulled his legs to his chest, balancing the plate on his knees
“That is my food,” Simon said, amused. “ And I don’t want the whole sandwich. I’ll say again; I’m not hungry.”
Raz huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes while munching through his bite of food "how are you not hungry? After emptying your dinner and breakfast onto my shoes yesterday morning and going through the ordeal in Hell, how are you not starving right now?"
Simon shrugged. "As if I know. I don't know why you're so concerned with my intestinal tract." He tilted his head downward, peering into his cup of water.
"I'm concerned with your health. Especially after all this." He waved a hand in the air and took a deep breath "you're so close, Simon. So close. Don't let whatever may be going on, whether it's going through withdrawal, or possessing Lucifer, stop you. You're not only doing this for yourself, I'm sure I don't need to remind you of that." He said firmly, slowly standing and setting the plate in the sink. "I'm going to home for a bit to take care a few things. I'll see you later to discuss about the Diery." He said, unable to look at Simon directly.
Simon frowned into his drink. "That was uncalled for," he said mildly, looking up at Razielle. "Why did you say that? If you don't need to remind me?" He leaned back in his chair, putting his arms on the table.
"because you don't seem to get it any other way. I refuse to watch on the sidelines while you neglect your health." He replied softly, turning and walking to the door, hands shaking slightly as he reached for the handle
"I'm not neglecting my health," Simon said. "You're being overbearingly protective of me, you realize." He glared at him, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
Raz glared right back as he opened the door "I'm not arguing this anymore Simon. You don't want to end up where others have, barely a skeleton, barely alive. Some say it's worse then Hell." He said, leaving without letting Simon reply. He didn't know why he tried sometimes. With humans it usually came so effortless, helping them through their problems. With angels, he had found it to be significantly more difficult
Simon scowled, getting up, swaying slightly on his feet. He sat down on the couch, pulling a blanket over his lap. Spooks sat next to him, her feet tucked underneath her stomach and her eyes half-closed. Simon rested a hand on her head, rubbing her ears.
The moment Razielle got to his small apartment, he immediately ran a warm shower, taking as long as he wanted before ruluctantly leaving the warm water. He pulled on a white oversized knit sweatshirts and leggings. Sitting on the couch, he yanked over his computer and started checking through his emails, thanking all his patients for the kind emails wishing him well on his 'vaction.' He then set on researching things about the Diety, divine headfirst into all the biblical lore as well as some on angel kind
Simon closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep, but his thoughts were racing. He told himself he wasn’t going to look at the memory until Razielle returned, so he watched TV instead.
(have a slight plot but not sure if it fits where you're going with the story? :3)
Nearly three hours later, Raz had had about 5-6 pages of notes on the Diety alone, all mostly about his past and commonly known facts but it was a start. He glanced up at the clock on his wall. Nearly 4. He took a deep breath and packed a backpack with his laptop, notes and pens, planning on continuing his research at Simon's house.
(go ahead! ur a part of this as much as i am)
Simon got up and began digging around in the pantry for noodles and spices. He meticulously arranged everything on the counter and carefully began making lasagna for dinner.
(oki so, I was thinking maybe Razielle goes back to hell and tries to make a deal with Lucifer? Maybe offers himself or his services up for Anaele? Something like that maybe?)
Razielle gently knocked on the door and nudged open the door and peeked inside, crouching down and nudging Spook's in greeting.
"wow so you can actually cook? You mean to tell me I made soup for no reason?" He teased, settling down on the couch
(sounds good)
"I'm going to take that as a compliment and not an insult," Simon said, looking over at Razielle. He put the lasagna in the oven and turned to Razielle. "I didn't make it for myself. And you would have said something rude about pasta sauce in a jar." He refilled Spook's food bowl and turned off the tap in the bathroom.
"I meant it as a compliment, I'm impressed that you've put so much thought into this." He said with a small smile. "If not for yourself then for who? I'm not sure how much people food an animal should eat." He said, slightly concerned. He scooped Spooks up and pressed a kiss to her nose "I'm sorry but we can't have you getting fat and lazy like your brother."
Simon flushed slightly. "It's for you. I thought that was obvious." He shrugged, turning back to the stove to hide his blush. "Jack isn't fat and lazy. He's just shy."
Raz raised his eyebrows in surprise, feeling heat raise to his cheeks. "You made something for me?" He squeaked, he covered his cheeks with the sleeves of his sweater to hide the blush and peeked up at Simon. "Thank you, you really didn't have to go out of your way to do all this." He said softly
"I kind of did. I was. . . rude to you. And you're doing all this shit to help me out. And it's just a lasagna. It's not a big deal," he said. He shrugged, sitting next to Raz on the couch but avoiding his gaze.
Raz shook his head "don't worry about it, I said some things that were harsh. I could have defiantly handled some things much better." He reassured, watching as Simon settled beside him. "And it's not just a lasagna, you actually cooked! This is the first time I've actually seen you cook something from scratch.Im excited to see how this came out." He smiled softly and nudged Simon's shoulder "thanks. I don't think anyone has made an apology lasagna before."
Simon blinked. "Um. Thank you?" He supposed this made him and Razielle friends, which wasn't an unpleasant thought. "I looked up a recipe online. It isn't exactly a feat to behold."
"for you it is," Raz replied teasingly, standing to check on the Lasagna, peeking into the stove. He smiled softly at the smell that wafted into the air, already anticipating a good meal. He nodded and wento off to find Jack, gently scooping him.up from the sink. "What do like so much about the sink, hm?" He asked, bringing the cat to the living room "it'd do you some good to socialize."
Simon’s face got redder. “You act like I’m a four-year-old or something.” Jack purred in Razielle’s arms, rubbing his head against the boy’s chin. Simon turned his attention back to the TV, mostly because he didn’t have anything else to say.”
e.raziekle chuckled lightly and gently nudged Jack's head "alright, alright, if it bothered you so much I'll stop making fun of you. But in all seriousness, thank you." He settled on the couch with Jack in his lap, pulling his counter out opening back up to his research
“What did you find out?” Simon asked, pointing to Razielle’s laptop. “Anything good?”
"mmm, not much, mostly common knowledge so far." He replied, showing Simon his messily scribbled notes and computer screen. "It's odd, really. So much information of a Diety but do any of us really know them?" He sighed softly and shook his head. For what ever reason the Diety had for dissapearing, Razielle had sworn his services to them. He'd trust the Diety until the end. It's all he had known.
Simon pulled his sleeves over his hands. “I don’t know. Sometimes you can just tell if someone is worth your while. The Deity is like that,” he said truthfully.