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Azra remained as he was, almost cringing when he heard the male leave his room and wander past him to the kitchen. He could smell the left overs and instantly felt his stomach pang with hunger. He ignored it though, knowing he was a bit of a mess and decided to hide within the comfort of his large white wings. He'd shed a few feathers due to the stress of things, and they lay scattered around the boy, though they seemed to lose the strange sheen his wings held as soon as they dropped away.

Azra closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths, trying to calm himself down so that the other male wouldn't bother him about crying or....something. He didn't know why, but Walters attitude towards god and angels and such really bothered him, though he'd never had someone call him a liar before. That was basically what he had done....telling him to admit that they did not exist. After a moment of silence he decided to stand up and trot over to the nearest window. It was big....big enough for his wings to fit through which was handy considering his next plan of actions. "I'll...leave you be then" He called lightly, before he clambered onto the edge of the windowsill, finding his wings a bit awkward to maneuver. He could go up to the roof tops and plan his next course of action, at least that sounded like the best option right now. He didn't want to give anymore trouble to this man, he'd already helped him out even if he hadn't realized it.

Azra yelped painfully as he was pulled back, did he not realize how much it hurt...well no, probably not. "Stop pulling at them! It hurts" He finally snapped as he scooted away from the window, simply staring at the food he had been given, he had never had Chinese food before, so it smelled and looked a bit odd to him. "Whats this?" He finally asked, his gaze darting to the male, though his gaze quickly turned to the television which fascinated him in an instant. "Whats that?" He asked again, completely fascinated since he had been locked up the whole time he was on earth and knew...well just about nothing that had to do with current society.

He couldn't help himself and was now leaning over the side of the couch, his eyes glued to the television. "How did they get in there?" He muttered, his curiosity simple increasing. "They're so little" He added, his wings stretched behind him, quivering slightly.

Azra flinched away thanks to his harsh tone and took a seat on the floor, giving the male the couch since he didn't want to get into more trouble. He simply sat and ate the food which tasted odd to him. At the church he had been fed nothing but fruits vegetables and fish. Apparently they had to keep him 'pure and clean' since he was an angel....which in the end became quite bland since the food didn't have much flavor unless it was fresh fruit and vegetables. Azra folded his wings around himself again, watching the television for a while until it became a tad too....violent for him and he folded his wings in front of himself, simply sitting in silence since Walter had basically told him to stop talking... He'd have to leave when Walter wasn't home or something. He didn't want to be caged again, the very thought made him tremble, which caused a few of his snowy feather to fall, though this time they turned to a dim gray as they hit the ground, tinted with the color of fear.

Being locked up again was what he feared most, all he wanted to do was return to heaven and forget everything that happened...but god had yet to even try to contact him! He wouldn't listen to him... and Azra knew he had to have some kind of duty to fulfill here on earth, but this place was too frightening for the young angel.

Azra indeed had peeked through his wings at the sound of the word 'god' only to let out a rather indignant sound as he completely engulfed himself in his wings and covered his ears. "Thats something private! It shouldn't be on that little box!" he stated quite loudly, suddenly feeling all the more upset. For a moment he went silent before he jumped to his feet and simply headed for the door, a frown tugging at the boys lips. He didn't want to stay here, not if that man was going to continue to torture him. First he tugs at his wings, then tells him god isnt real, THEN shows him something like that! It was vulgar, and he wanted nothing more than to leave, even if he had to walk and claim that his wings were just costume. He was stressing out, which would be obvious if Walter took notice of the color of all the feathers he had shed. First he's locked up in a church, then in a apartment with a man who didn't believe him! He called him a mutant, and that was simply an insult to someone like him. He may be young, but he still held his pride as a angel.

Azra didn't flinch or yell this time when the male pushed him against the door, his brows furrowing slightly. "There's no one in the hall, and it's my problem if someone gets curious, not yours!" he snapped back, his wings rushing forwards to push Walter away with quite a bit of strength that a small male like him shouldn't posses. "My name is Azra" He added bluntly, his translucent eyes flashing with a soft blue tinge. "And stop touching me, your violent and watch vulgar things and your a plain out unpleasant person to be around!At least when the church kept me caged up they treated me like a person!" he added, his voice raising with hysterics. He was tired of being treated like a prisoner "Whats wrong with following my instincts! I was born with wings for a reason, i'm not supposed to be caged like a pet" He stated, his voice slowly dying to a hard whisper.

Azra gritted his teeth at the males words "Your cruel. And I have to wonder just what or who made you such a cruel person." He muttered softly, suddenly relaxing himself. "At least open the window...it's stuffy in here...... At least there is a view" He murmured, suddenly turning away from the man and walked over to the couch, sitting behind it so he could enclose himself in his large white wings again. "I pity you" He whispered under his breath, not caring if the man heard him or not. To live such a life was like not living at all in his opinion. "This is simply the boundary between heaven and hell, of course it isn't perfect. It isn't meant to be" He muttered more to himself than Walter.

"I know exactly who I am, Azra, child of god, sent down on some mission that was never explained to me.....But i'm sure i'll find out soon...." He purred to himself, coaxing himself into a more relaxed state. Walter was a broken person if ever he'd seen one, no one could be that mean without reason.

Azra sat in silence for a while, before suddenly standing and clambering onto the couch so he was facing Walter and his wings were over the edge. He simply stared at the male for a few moments, knowing this would probably bother him but he didn't care. "Why're you so angry all the time?" He finally asked, though his tone was far calmer than it had been before. Everything happened for a reason...he had to be here to help this man, why else would he end up in such a place? "I can tell you've hurt yourself before" He cooed, a subtle look of worry entering his gaze. He didn't care if Walter lashed out at him, he'd heal quickly anyways. But there had to be something he could do to ease this anger and depression. He was getting the feeling that Walter was someone with horrible luck, and a bad past to top it off. Pursing his lips in thought, Azra reached back whilst folding his wing forward to inspect his wing. For a moment he stared at his own feathers before he reached out and plucked one from his wing, wincing softly at the feeling. This feather didn't lose it's sheen however, rather, it seemed to become even more...lustrous and even had a faint glow to it. He then held it out to Walter without a word. It was basically up to Walter to take it, destroy it, keep it, or whatever he decided to do. But in Azras mind it was the power that it held that he wanted Walter to have. It wasn't anything special, more like a protective charm...something to ward off painful thoughts and bad luck.

Azra was quick to react to the males fear, reaching out to place a soothingly cool hand on the males cheek "Calm down, you don't have to" He cooed gently, worry dancing in his eyes. It was simply Azras instincts to take care of people, and Walter was surely someone who was suffering Azra sent a soft stream of his own calm emotions through the contact between the two of them, though he wasn't sure how well that would work. He lifted his other hand to tuck the feather behind Walters ear, held by his hair "I hope you'll keep that...but it's your to do what ever you please...destroy it or keep it" He muttered as he retracted his hand and wandered to the window, figuring out the lock so he could open it, though this time he only leaned on the window frame and closed his eyes, inhaling the fresh air from outside. Not far away he could hear the sound of a bid making it's nest on the side of the apartment building.