Notes

Adraxas was quite judgy. When he looked at someone, he took into consideration their clothes and their physical appearance even though he knew that wasn't really the acceptable ro nice thing to do. He often treated people differently if he didn't find them particularly attractive. He knew how terrible it was, but he could never stop himself.

He had fallen into a dreamless sleep, nothing to take note about. It almost felt like a nap, but it became clear that it wasn't when he opened his eyes to see some sunlight coming through the stained glass. He groaned and hoisted himself up into a seated position where he looked around himself to see if there was any church-goers at this hour. He stopped gazing when he noticed was a tray of food with a folded card in it, in which he could see a little bit of writing.

Adraxas lifted the plate off of the tray and set it in his lap carefully. The food looked delicious, the scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, a muffin, and some orange juice was the perfect poster child breakfast.

He gently pressed a finger to the bacon to feel that it still had some warmth, so he assumed that it had been placed next to him a little bit ago. He picked the note up in between his index finger and his thumb and he slid it open. His eyes scanned across the simple sentence, and a small smile spread across his lips.

How sweet.

The demon looked up to see if he, Elijah, was anywhere in the church, and there was one figure sitting in the pews. He uttered nothing and looked down at his lap to the food again. He started eating, rather quickly, because he had not had a proper meal in what seemed like weeks. A few minutes passed and there was but a few crumbs on the plate along with a muffin wrapper and a glass with an orange-tinted film at the bottom.

It was only then that he decided to get up, so he set the plate on the tray, which made a clink of porcelain meeting wood, and whipped the blanket off of his legs. Slowly he made his way to standing on the ground, where he lifted his arms above his head, tilting his body to the side and stretching his legs by standing on the tips of his toes. He groaned for a second, but quickly shrugged his body down to a normal posture. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way over to Elijah.

"Thanks for breakfast. It was good."

Adraxas approached him from the side rather than standing right in front of him. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, which didn't do much for it besides make it more apparent that his hair was greasy. He hadn't put on shoes, so he felt a bit out of place wearing socks where one normally isn't supposed to, but he shrugged it off.