AZAZEL

These people had him where they wanted but the agencies couldn’t truly prevent him from escaping. Could it? Kurt hadn’t been any wiser. 

Not yet. Secrets still safe.

“I do believe I get a phone call or a defense attorney by mortal standards.” If there was information to be had, why not attain it while within holding. Easier to get it from the inside.  Plans. 

“Are you gonna just stare or are you gonna give me my rights? We could play this by my rule but we all know we wouldn’t want that.” 

   “I’ve met very few people hiding out in bushes too, looks like we can add each other to the list.” He voiced, pausing mid-drink as he glanced at the male. Maybe that was his bed, homeless? Not that he cared, just someone else that heroes wanted to worry about. “No, I don’t smoke.” Not that it mattered, he figured it would do nothing to him and the habit was one he didn’t want to pick up. “I’m taking it you are homeless?” He had to ask, his curiosity got the best of him. 

“Me? Homeless?” Azazel stopped himself from laughing at the man or image of man. An ounce of human blood was still either outweighed or overshadowed by the true nature of the beast. He just took another drag, shrugging his shoulders and tapped ashes onto the ground. The black boot grinding into the stones beneath them. “No. I’m too resourceful to be homeless but possibly could be in the future for me. Who knows?” Modesty was probably best. “I just needed some fresh air. Shits’ gotten real within a matter of a snap and click of someone’s finger. But I’ll gladly smoke my cigarette. Thankfully it doesn’t have that disgusting taste of chemical.” He blew out the smoke. “You not one of those guys waiting for another guy’s signal to shag, right? I don’t wanna be the reason for a stranger’s ‘Missed Opportunity’ blog post.” 

   He had been running for longer than he intended, it was just going back talking to everyone was growing difficult. They were supposed to be bad, supposed to be problems and yet so far he’s been welcomed. He couldn’t explain it all that well because not even Kon-el understood fully why some of them were so nice. If they really knew what he was doing, they would more than likely eliminate him. Stopping only for a few moments, his back pressed to a tree as he took a deep breath. Water bottle in hand, as he sipped from it. Though unneeded, still refreshing. 

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