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[clichecodename]

"Because that doesn't sound complicated at all. I think if I was dead, it'd be hard to find my body. I don't know where I'd have gotten killed." He shrugs, pouring another drink and returning to the couch. "An anti-possession symbol? What the hell is that?"

Leo takes another sip of his drink and sparks up a cigarette. "No. You're the taco pro."

[batoutofhell]

"Well, you usually can't go far, I don't think. You'd have to ask one of the others, exactly. But, yeah, it's complicated. Which is why they specialize." He puts the phone down for a second so he can put on his jacket easier, then picks it back up. "Yeah, anti-possession symbol. I actually have it tattooed on my arm now." He took a page from his brothers' book at that! "I'll show you when I get there. It's...like a pentacle surrounded in flames, so, I mean, it makes a pretty cool tattoo."

He pauses on his way out the door. "Your housekeeper's not going to get mad at me for bringing more tacos over, is he?"

[clichecodename]

"Buffy makes demon hunting look so easy. Yes, I have seen Buffy." Purely because he could; there was genuinely no other reason for it. "Yeah, might sound less early 2000's emo kid if I see it in person."

It's Leo's turn to laugh then. "I've traipsed blood across white carpet that Gabriel has had to clean up. With the amount of money he gets paid to clean up this house, he gets mad about nothing." A beat. "I'm also pretty sure that my house keeper isn't an archangel. Just named after one. I could be wrong."

[batoutofhell]

"I liked Buffy." He sets off walking. And then he has to laugh again about the tattoo thing. "You're probably not that far off," he says, glancing at his covered arm, "but, I mean, that's pretty much me in the early 2000s anyway, so I might as well own it."

He...makes a noncommittal noise. The Gabriel in his universe is dead...well...'dead'...but he's met a few around here in the multiverse. "I mean...probably not. It sounds kind of like a Gabriel thing to do, but probably not." He leans against the shelter of the bus stop, thinking. "He wouldn't, by any chance, be kind of small, with really expressive eyebrows, light browh hair and eyes, and may or may not have a huge, fake-looking mustache?"

[clichecodename]

"Buffy was a great show, as long as you ignored that it was super corny and that her guy friend was an asshat." Snorting a laugh, Leo kicks his shoes off and returns his feet once more to his coffee table. "Alright. I definitely wanna see this tattoo. And maybe some photos of you in your emo stage."

Leo's quiet for a long moment. "Wait, you've met him too? Wow. But no, he doesn't look anything like that. You'll probably meet him soon enough."

SPN's Gabriel is incredible, jsyk. One of my favorites. :)

[batoutofhell]

The guy Adam's sitting next to on the bus can't seem to stop hacking, so he edges a little closer to the edge of his seat. He'll...try to be careful who he sits next to when he's finally got the tacos. "You're ruining my memories, man," he protests while he shakes his head, laughing, "and you'll have to ask my grandma for those. I think she's got the only pictures left." He looks off and thinks for a minute. "Besides...it was small-town Minnesota in the early 2000s." He's grinning again. "If there are any, they're probably pictures of me basically wearing guyliner with my jeans and flannel."

He scratches his nose for a second. "Yeah. You might like him, actually. Really strong, twisted sense of humor. Has a thing about seeing people get what they deserve. Likes candy."

I was watching it on Netflix. I think I got as far as S10? Gabriel is one of my faves

[clichecodename]

Leo grunts a non-committal noise in place of an apology because he isn't actually sorry. Buffy's friend had been a douche; if anyone was going to see it immediately, it'd be Leo. "Or you could ask her and then I can show you mine." He shrugs, even though Adam can't see it. "Well, I could show you my mugshot. I never had an emo phase." Or any phase that wasn't 'violent and bloody'. "Oh Jesus. Call it eyeliner. 'Guyliner' is ridiculous."

Snorting again, Leo nods. "Not much of a candy eater myself but he sounds like my kinda guy."

[batoutofhell]

Adam's silent for most of that...and then bursts out laughing on the bus for the eyeliner bit. He kind of needs that. "Noted. And...okay, yeah, when I get there, it's your turn for storytime, you know that, right? Any requests for tacos?"

[clichecodename]

Leo's laughing too because honestly, it's funny, even if he does stand by his comment about 'guyliner' being ridiculous. It's right up there with the whole 'man bun' bullshit. It's a hair style, why does it need a gender in front of it?

"Yeah, I suppose I can accommodate. You can ask whatever you want. Word of caution, you might not always like the answer." There's a moment of quiet while Leo things. "Meat. Cheese. Whatever. I'll eat most things."

[batoutofhell]

Yeah, it's funny. It just sort of...came out, so hey. He grins, and then thinks, and then nods slowly, even though Leo can't see it. "Okay." He swallows. "And...the same offer stands for you, too." There's a lot he doesn't like to talk about, so, yeah, this is sketchy territory for him.

He gives a soft smile, though. "I'm here, though. I'm going to hang up and order tacos, okay? I'll be there soon."

[clichecodename]

Even with the offer, Leo remembers his previous statement about it not being his favourite subject and makes a mental note to tread carefully if he asks anything else about it. Adam's a good guy and Leo isn't looking to upset him unnecessarily. He had a right to keep his trauma his own.

"Just press the button on the gate when you get here and I'll buzz you in."

[batoutofhell]

"All right, I'll see you then." And then he'll hang up the phone and get ready to order.

A little while later--gosh, that bus was slow--he shows up at the gate, bag of tacos in hand. He had a lot of trouble not eating them on the way over, trust him! Leans over and squints at the button before pressing it; it's a lot fancier than what he usually sees on apartment buildings and the like. He presses it, finally. "Hey?" he says, hesitantly, not sure if it's an intercom or not.

[clichecodename]

Leo's at least three more glasses of scotch in and he's organized the new security system to be installed the following day by the time Adam arrives. His intercom buzzes and Leo presses the button, unlocking the small gate beside the main gates that's specifically meant to allow people to walk in.

"Smile, you're on camera." A snort. "Doors unlocked, come straight in."

[batoutofhell]

He, uh, tries not to look too startled on camera. And turns toward the smaller gate that he didn't even see before. "Thanks!" He calls back to the intercom as he remembers to be polite at the last minute, then starts finding his way in. Navigating as best he remembers from party night.

[clichecodename]

Leo's leaning against the door frame when Adam finally comes into view. The driveway is long and leads up into a huge open space. One the right of the house is a large garage, one that is heavily secured and holds multiple cars and the yard is filled with well tended gardens. It's all incredibly over the top considering the man who owns it.

"Welcome back. You find it again okay?"


ooc: I won't lie, I spent at least ten minutes trying to find the most ridiculous looking house. I kept finding aspects I liked but not the whole picture so I'm pretending that the grey circle in the middle of the driveway is actually a garden bed and I'm pretending the housing building to the right is garages. And I'm obviously pretending that the garden is a little more garden like, filled with flowers and shrubs and trees and a pond.

[batoutofhell]

((Oh my god, that is incredible. Can I pretend the circular garden bed has a giant palm tree in the middle, or something equally out of place for whatever climate Leo lives in? ...Also I'm glad I'm not the only one who can spend over ten minutes looking at references. Probably more, in my case.))

...He's not gonna lie, he's currently couchsurfing at his boyfriend and his boyfriend's mom's house, his entire stash of belongings literally fits inside a cardboard box, and he's pretty seriously intimidated right now in the sober light of day.

"Yeah, it wasn't that hard to find." He rubs the back of his neck, looking around. ...Okay, that must be a garage. Good. Last night he thought he was seeing twohouses. That's a relief. "So...this is your place, huh? Wow."

[clichecodename]

I'm not sure Leo is the type to do that, but I don't see why you can't picture it? He probably paid a fortune for the landscaper and had a certain idea in mind for what he wanted. However, he probably does own a house somewhere where palm trees are normal? :P

"No, I imagine it wasn't. It... stands out." He has the decency to look sheepish because he's aware that his house is ridiculously oversized especially given that he's usually alone here. "Yeah. This is my place. It's uh... big." He steps aside and indicates for Adam to head inside. The decor is modest at least; sleek, well polished timber and soft leather with minimal decoration and no clutter. Given that a group of heathens broke in the night before and through a party, the house is incredibly clean -thank you Gabriel- and aside from the window that's in need of repair, there's no sign of the party at all.

The most common thing is the wine racks, all filled and sorted by country and year. And then there's the cabinets filled with various whiskeys, scotches and bourbons as well as glasses. Leo leads him through the house and into the kitchen. "I can give you the proper tour later if you'd like?"

[batoutofhell]

((I was being silly and I don't think it came through in text, sorry. :) ))

"I mean, it's a really nice house." He starts looking around as they go in, really comfortable with the decoration--if it was filled to the brim with baroque antiques, he'd probably be even more intimidated right now. As it is, he's really impressed by how clean it is considering the party and feeling a little self-conscious about his ripped jeans and cigarette smell. "Sure!" Looking quickly to Leo when he mentions about a tour. "I bet you've got some interesting places in here. It's really nice."

[clichecodename]

"You can say it; it's a tad ridiculous. But it's home. First house I ever bought." The kitchen is large, plenty of bench space and an island in the middle. The oven is huge considering that at most two people eat in the house at any given time and there's a large two-door fridge. A potted plant sits on one end of the bench and a fancy, modern coffee machine on the other; the rest of the space is cleared.

"I even have a library. Drink? Coffee, water? Might even be some soda somewhere. Or there's plenty of booze."

[batoutofhell]

Adam grins back at him and leans against the counter. "Hey, I have no high ground here. I have a cardboard box and a very tolerant boyfriend and his crappy bed. That's it. If it makes you happy, it makes you happy." He shrugs. And looks over at the coffee maker. "Uh...coffee, please? I could use the caffeine after last night."

...He blinks. "Wait. First house? There's more?"

[clichecodename]

Frowning, Leo turns to turn the coffee machine on and grab a mug down from the cabinet above his head. He has another glass of scotch that's sitting on the bench and a cigarette is burning away where it sits in an ashtray at the far end, away from the preparation area.

"How do you have it? Sugar, milk?"

Turning around, Leo nods. "Yeah, first house. I have four. The others don't look like this. They're much more reasonable."

[batoutofhell]

"Sure." Meaning, both sugar and milk, although that might not be clear. "Is that okay?" He leans around to watch Leo pull down a mug, trying to figure out what that frown was for. --He laughs, though, and ducks a grin. "Leo, you are something else Something approaching admiration--and possibly even affection for his friend--in his voice.

[clichecodename]

"Easy." The coffee machine does it's thing and Leo adds sugar and milk before handing it over to Adam. The coffee is expensive -imported- and it tastes expensive because of course it does. He returns his attention to his cigarette but stands by the open window to keep the smoke away from Adam.

"If by something you mean 'incredibly wealthy man with absolutely no interest in stuff' then yeah. I'm something." Leo laughs at himself, shaking his head and taking a drag from his smoke.

[batoutofhell]

"Thank you." He takes the coffee with a smile and a nod and waits for it to cool. --Hah, don't bother keeping the cigarettes away from him; he pulls out a pack of his own and takes one out with his teeth. Kools. At an educated guess, he's about to shock his host with his (relatively) cheap, foul cigarettes.

"You say that..." Adam cocks his head and gives him an assessing look as he fishes out his lighter. "But you say that as a man with five fully furnished houses full of stuff. Unless it's a different kind of stuff you're talking about."

[clichecodename]

"No problem." Leo only judges a little bit but it doesn't stop him from reaching across and plucking the cigarette and packet from Adam's hand. It might be bold, but he's never been much to be bothered by whether or not people think he's too bold. He then offers his own packet.

"I have four fully furnished houses. And one of them is probably more of a cottage. I also own a lot of cars and books. But other than those things and alcohol, I'm not much into material things." Leo smiles. "By the way, if you ever want a holiday, you and your boyfriend are welcome to stay in my house by the beach."