#c. abel

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To say she was angry was an understatement. First her father and now her brother had just up and left her behind. She'd never be one to openly admit she had abandonment issues and the wound cut pretty deep, fracturing the relationship between the siblings and seeing him now sent a fire through her frame. "Oh so the cat finally decided to drag you back home, huh," Oaklee questioned, tone sharp. "How long you gonna stay for? Couple of days? A week maybe? That's about how long dad always stayed."

"I still can't believe that you thought trying to ride the unicorn was a good idea," Theo taunted, low chuckle easing from his lips as he tosses the male a beer before opening his own. "Shoulda just stuck to the mechanical bull, kid."

The door opening and closing pulled her attention, digits settling the plates down on the table as her frame turned to find the male, brows furrowing as the male came into view, expecting to see her daughter or at least alongside the boy. "Marni's not here right now," Everleigh admits. "She just left to pick up our dinner. You're welcome to stay and wait for her, if you'd like. If you're hungry you're also welcome to join us."

The attempt to stifle his laughter was in vain as a rowdy laugh eased from his chest, amusement clear across his features as he shook his head and clapped a hand against Abel's shoulder. "Dude, how fuckin' high are you right now," Lucas questions. "Ya know what, no, that was hella insensitive of me, I'm sorry. Is it a baby baby or just a food baby, you fat ass? Lay off my cheeto's would ya?"

World after world after world.....Abel had stepped through countless realms while tracking down every last remnant of YHVH, and yet something always seemed to surprise him. A modern day samurai, a boy with a horn and green tattoos, a girl who didn’t even seem to exist; there was always an anomaly waiting for him on the other side.

And this time, it seemed as though his anomaly was waiting for him right on the other side of the street. While others paid him no mind, Abel had to wonder if his attire was normal for this world, but no, it wouldn’t make sense in what looked like modern-day Tokyo. Spring was beginning to blossom, after all, and the boy looked like he was still wearing a highly outdated winter uniform.

Which was nothing to say about the cape and miscellany underneath.