"well thank you for your concern…I think." He said akwardly nodding as he walked to the door with his armful of feathers. "I'll see you around Simon." He smiled softly and nudged open the door, stepping through and shutting the door softly with his foot, trying his best not to drop so many feathers
"Whatever," he said angrily, getting up to start making dinner, taking spaghetti sauce and pasta out of the cabinet. "Razielle? you can stay for dinner if you want," he said loudly so the other boy could hear him in the hall. "Seeing as my cats like you so much."
Razielkes's eyebrows raise din surprise as he backtracked to Simon's apartment, having heard the angel call him back. He opened the door and leaned against the threshold with a shake of his head and smile "well, seeing that I adore your cats, I'll stay a bit. If that's ok with the owner of course, I wouldn't want to intrude on your evening of solitude." He reaausred, gently scratching Spook's ear.
"I invited you, you idiot." He put a pot of water on the stove and sprinkled some salt in, turning on the stove. Taking out a second pot, he popped open the spaghetti sauce and dumped it in, placing the lid on it and setting it on the range to heat up.
Razielle chuckled lightly and set the feathers down on the couch. He wandered into the kitchen and arched an eyebrow at the pot of sauce. "This really can't be your dinner." He said, sighing with a shake of his head. "You take care of the pasta, imma fix this mess." He waved to the pot "mind if i use what I can find?"
“What if I like my spaghetti like this? You know what? Knock yourself out.” Simon turned to the water, now boiling and dropped the pasta in, a few drops splattering on his hands. He didn’t react, except for a slight wince.
"then I pity your limited taste palette." He replied with a small laugh, bustlinrg around the kitchen and gathering what he needed. Mostly garlic, bellpeppers and some herbs and spices from the cabinets. He also found a knife and cutting board to chop the veggies and garlic up. He threw in the spices and herbs, occasionally tastinand nodding before adding in everything else he had gathered.
"Try" he said, offering a spoon to Simon and nodding to the sauce
“I do not have a ‘limited taste palate,’” Simon said in annoyance. He dipped his finger into the sauce and licked it off. “S’good. It was good before, too.”
Razielle sighed "there's just no pleasing you is there?" He took the unused spoon and dipped it into the sauce, tasting a bit if it and nodding. "Much better." He added a bit more salt and pepper and stirred it before lowering the heat.
"Perfection isn't attainable," he said wryly, straining the pasta, and dropping a noodle into his mouth. "I think I'm quite close, however."
Spook jumped up on the table and licked the salt shaker, which Simon snatched away and put on a high shelf.
Razielle chuckled lightly and shook his head "perfection and you do not go in the same paragraph, let alone sentence." Razielle nudged the car gently aside so they could serve dinner, sneaking a small dollop of sauce to her to try.
"Like you're anywhere closer than I am. Shut up." He picked up Spook and set her on the floor, chiding her softly. He sat down, wings tucked close to his back, twirling his fork in his hand.
"oh I'm definately not." Razielle agreed, settling down across from Simon and silently starting to eat. He let his wings relax, having them brush the floor instead of stay against his back. "How long do you think this will last?" He asked softly after a few moments
"What?" Simon looked up from his spaghetti, a noodle hanging from his lips. He sucked it into his mouth quickly and sat up. "How long will what last?"
Razielle rolled his eyes but a small smile quirked at his lips when he saw Simon slurp his spaghetti. "Staying on Earth. Uriel said a week but somehow I don't think the Diety dissapear info will be resolved so quickly. This has literally never happened before, what if it's more serious than what they can handle?"
"Quit smiling. It isn't funny." He crossed his arms. "I dunno. I'm thinking about looking for the Deity on my own."
Razielle stuck out his tongue with a laugh and continued to eat. "Really?" He tilted his head curiously "you do realize you're looking for someone who can virtually make themselves dissapear. I don't think the Diety will be found so easily. Do have any idea where to start?"
"Why would I have any ideas? I've never even spoken to the Deity. You have to start somewhere. Heaven would be a good place to start, I'd guess." Simon spun his fork in his pasta.
"it would be, but we have a problem. Without the Diety's say so, we can't come back. We can't get the Diety's say so if he's not there to give it." Razielle noted, his mouth bunchinto the side in thought.
"I guess that's true. I don't want to risk my wings being clipped again. Worst feeling in the world." He stood up, spaghetti half-finished, and looked out the window, his back to Razielle. "Hell, then, is the our- I mean, the next best bet."
Razielle flinched at the mention of Hell. He had never been before, thankfully but from what he had heard, it's not the best of places to be. "There's no one here we could talk to, maybe like another angel?" He asked, trying to find another way other than going to Hell. We're not even sure if we can go down there since we're technically sent to Earth."
"We can. Or, I can at least. I don't see why you couldn't." He looked back at Razielle and half-smiled. "It isn't that bad, buttercup. A little bit warm, but the people are nice enough."
"somehow I don't know how 'nice' souls down there would be to an angel not yet fallen from heaven coming into their home and mocking them." He glared at Simon and took a deep breath. "But you are right. If anything has happened to the Diety, I'm sure souls down there would immediately start talking." He nodded slowly, lightly tapping his fingers against the table in thought
"Oh, don't give me that look," Simon said. "And quit tapping your fingers. You're making me nervous." He wedged his thumbnail between his teeth and resumed looking out the window.
He mumbled an apology and slowly stood, lost in his own thoughts. How would they get to Hell? Who would they ask? He was positive no soul would want to talk to them, especially about the Diety. He stood and took his empty plate to the sink, throwing in the pots and pans as well to be cleaned.