Perhaps the most important thing to Jacob was how other people viewed him. That could have been due to his own egotistical, prideful tendencies, or it could have been due to the fact that, being a demon, he wanted to make sure people favored him. It wasn't like it was noticeable that he was what he was. However, he wanted to feel comfortable in the case that if someone found out his nature, they would still have a relatively positive view of him. After all, he considered himself to be a pretty nice guy! He didn't go around trying to flex his powers or kill defenseless humans like some members of his "culture."
"I'm hungry."
The voice startled Jacob out of his own thoughts, and he looked up at his brother. "So?" he said, scowling. "You're a grown man. Get you something to eat."
"I want you to go pick me up a bagel and a coffee from that shop down the street."
His brother was met with an incredulous stare.
"...Please," Nicholas added with an insincere smile.
"Okay, whatever," Jacob sighed, standing and stretching his arms over his head. Then, he held his hand out palm-upward toward his brother. "Cough up the dough. Which should include enough for me to get my own fill."
"My money is basically your money," Nicholas grumbled, but shuffled off to his bedroom nonetheless. While Jacob waited, he made to gathering his keys and wallet, as well as slipping his sandals on. "Here," his brother said once he'd returned, slapping a $20 bill into Jacob's hand. "Cinnamon raisin. Large black coffee."
"I don't see why we don't invest in a coffee maker."
"Because the shop makes it for us, and probably makes it better than we could."
"I don't see how it could be that hard to screw up black coffee."
"Believe me, you'd find a way."
Jacob smirked and punched his brother impassively on the shoulder. Nicholas returned his gesture with a laugh and a prominent middle finger, which Jacob ignored as he left the house for the infamous coffee plus bagel run.
The woman behind the counter was friendly and eager to please. It sort of unsettled Jacob, as he couldn't imagine that anyone working with the public could be so genuinely happy all the time. Then again, it was first thing in the morning. His wristwatch read 8:03 A.M, and he could only assume that she'd been on her shift since the store opened two hours ago. The shop was empty save for a young-looking man sitting in one of the booths with his head down. He didn't appear to be drinking or eating anything at all. Jacob quirked an eyebrow in his direction and then turned to await his order.
"Thank you," he muttered, hands now full with bagged bagels and two large coffee cups. It hadn't really occurred to him that it was going to be such a handful, but he managed. Turning on his heel, he ran right into a young woman who'd seemed to sneak up behind him because he hadn't heard her approaching at all. One of the coffees toppled out of his grasp, the lid popping off and spilling all over the front of her shirt. The only thought he could manage was that he was so glad it was the iced coffee that spilled on her.
"I am so sorry," he immediately said, distraught.
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