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The desk in front of him shattered as Henry slammed his fist into it, growling at the cowering salesperson behind the register. [color=steelblue]"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THE PRICE IS 450 CREDITS?! THE SIGN SAYS 300 YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"[/color] This had been going for tne minutes and people were getting antsy as Henry got angrier and angrier. He had been discriminated against 8 different times in the past week alone, he was not going to stand for this bullshit anymore. Especially not over the price of some fucking fruit. Some police robots were heading for the register, looks like he was going to have to crack some skulls. The desk cracked loudly as Henry pressed down onto it harder, when a small whimper cut through his haze of fury. Henry turned around and saw a small child clinging to his mother's leg, both the child and mother terrified of the angry Demon in front of them as they tried to get grocery shopping done.

He sighed quietly and turned back to the desk, his eyes glowing as it repaired itself in a flash, as if nothing happened. [color=steelblue]"Fucking racists."[/color] Henry slapped a credit chip on the counter and walked away with his fruit as though nothing had happened, the police robots watching him closely as he exited the small building. He pulled his cloak to himself tightly and shivered, it was cold out tonight in Hyperion. But he had somewhere to be, so he pulled up his hood to cover his horns and continued on his path to Bastion's apartment. He passed by a drunk old man on the curb, he cursed at him and made threats but there were no actions taken. Henry frowned, everyday was a struggle to not decapitate some random idiot who overcharged him, or threw a rock at him as he minded his own business. he could've gotten away with that back in Hell. But this wasn't Hell.

Henry was just turning the corner to Bastion's apartment when he heard a familiar voice calling to see if they were home. He rounded the corner with basket in hand, seeing a stranger with the voice of Eos. Intriguing. Roma opened the door to answer, pulling the woman into what appeared to be a hug. Well this was certainly something Henry never expected to see. He hesitated before clearing his throat, hopefully grabbing everyone's attention as he held up his fruit basket peace offering. [color=steelblue]"I hope I'm not interrupting anything. But I brought snacks."[/color]
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Rufus patted him on the shoulder as he walked by, a disgruntled frown flitting across Thomas's face for but a moment before his normal devious grin settled onto his visage. Rufus dumped everyone onto his couch via portals, yet by some miracle nobody landed on his wife. Thomas strolled over to the ratty couch and reclined in midair right next to it, looking upon Apia and Ghelgath to see what they would do next. He was not disappointed as Ghelgath tried to feign ignorance while Apia snuggled with Ghelgath's crotch like some low class whore. Victoire was quite vindictive when she put her mind to it, it was enough to make a man smile.

As Ghelgath attempted to push Apia off of him to get up, he would find a sudden pressure on his head as Thomas disappeared momentarily, pushing the back of his head into the floor with one foot while hefting his ludicrously sized axe over his right shoulder. His other arm reached out to Apia's head, pushing it harder into Ghelgath's crotch with a malicious grin on his face. [color=9966cc]"Nobody gave you permission to stand. So grovel and kneel like the worms you are."[/color] Thomas stepped off of Ghelgath and booted him in the ribs, flipping him over onto his stomach while at the same time throwing Apia off him and near Ira's feet. Ghelgath would feel his ribs crack from the force of the blow, he would likely be left wheezing on the floor for a bit regardless of how tough he may or may not be. [color=9966cc]"Nobody gave you permission to speak either, now shut up and listen while the important people talk."[/color] Once again Thomas vanished in a burst of speed, hovering behind Dana with the axe nowhere to be seen. He had both his hands behind his head in a manner similar to someone lying in a recliner, lazily watching the show unfold as Victoire explained her plans.

[color=9966cc][i]'Bold claims there Bordeaux. It would look pretty bad if Hell took a loss for no reason, what guarantee do you have that you can back up your word?'[/i][/color] Thomas thought to himself quietly as he stared her down, an occasional giggle slipping from his mouth every now and then.