[h1][color=9e0b0f]Damien- Ursula's Brew[/color][/h1]
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[color=6714A6]"You're tired, Damien."[/color] A soft voice said.

The young man sighed as he rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses. [color=9e0b0f]"Really, Morg? I couldn't tell..."[/color] Damien yawned as he stretched out his arms, walking down the street. This is what he gets when he chases demons all night. If anyone was looking at him, they would think he's having a very one-sided conversation with himself, but that couldn't be any further from the truth. Damien's weapons almost never needed to rest, it got kind of annoying. The only quiet one was Bael really.

[color=ed1c24]"Hey, Kid. We can't fight when you're tired, genius."[/color]

Damien sighed and rubbed his temple. [color=9e0b0f]"Yes, Ravana. Thank you."[/color] He said rather bluntly. "[color=9e0b0f]Jesus Christ..."[/color] He muttered under his breath.

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[color=9e0b0f]"Oh my god!"[/color] He shouted out loud, burying his face into his hands. He looked around to see people staring at him. He tutted and put his hands in his pockets. However, as he looked around, he spotted a particular shop. "Ursula's Brew", huh? Yeah, coffee sounds good. Damien walked over to the door and put his sunglasses into his jacket pocket before walking in. Seemed pretty quiet for the most part. He walked over to the counter and looked at the menu. Damien looked at the spectral server. [color=08e00c]"She's cute."[/color] Onna piped up in her chirpy tone. Onna seemed to be the youngest of the five weapons, judging by voice. Damien winced at her words and averted his gaze back to the menu.