Change Me || Septiplier

Six.

The small Chinese restaurant wasn't too far of a walk from the bar, despite it being located out in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't something Mark would usually do, go out with someone for food. But when Sean went off on him, yelling about how he didn't care about the difference between them, Mark couldn't say no to getting dinner (at one in the morning) with him.

Sean was making him think differently. Mark was having an actual conversation as he went out to dinner with an Angel. Never in a thousand years did he think something like this was ever going to happen. When had he ever wanted to have a conversation with someone? Or go out to dinner with them? Never, he never wanted to think about it. But here he was, sitting in a run-down booth at a small Chinese restaurant located out in the middle of nowhere, having a conversation and dinner with an Angel.

The street outside of the restaurant weren't busy, which wasn't shocking. Sean was already flipping through the menu while Mark stared out the window, his mind running all over the place. In the back, he could hear the cooks working and their waiter getting their drinks; both ordered water. Mark's left leg shook rapidly, a nervous habit.

"Have you been here before?" Sean asked, looking up from his menu. Mark felt his stare on him so he looked back for a second.

"Once."

Sean hummed in response, looking back at the menu. Mark looked back outside at the street. "I don't go out much, personal business that is, I'm always on jobs. But if I do go out for myself, I usually come here for something to eat. It's a lovely place." Mark nodded, though he was pretty sure Sean was still flipping through the menu and reading the options. "So, Mark. I have a question." He looked over at Sean, one brow raised. "What's it like being a Demon?"

Mark gave Sean a full glare. "That's the same thing as asking a homosexual what it's like to be a homosexual. It's normal. It's the way I live. I can't describe the difference. Doesn't feel any different than being an Angel, or any different from being straight. We have different views on life and different ways we live it. But that's just how life is. Not everybody is the same. You, you're so positive. You help anyone you can get your helping hands on. Me, I just focus on the business. Being a Demon is a business and being an Angel is a business. Just different kinds. Light and dark. But as to what it's like being a Demon rather than an Angel? Don't ask me. I've never been an Angel and quite honestly, I don't plan on being one."

Sean nodded slightly. Mark was right, that's all the difference is. Angels help, Demons punish. There's such a big difference between them that their is none. The only difference that's noticeable is how the two view each other. Angels view Demons as sick and twisted because they go against God. Demons view Angles as souls who help the helpless, people who could've easily been made a deal that damned them to Hell. They're going to dislike each other because that's what they were taught.

Suddenly, the waiter returned with their water. He asked if they were ready to order, and Sean pointed at something in the menu, saying something about replacing this thing with that thing. The waiter scribbled it down and looked at Mark, but he just shook his head and handed the waiter his menu. After grabbing both menus, the waiter left, leaving the two back to their conversation.

"I guess you're right," Sean said, taking a sip of his water. "Not many people view it that way. I mean, I might view your way of living wrong, but that's just because I was taught to. And I'm sure you view my way of living wrong–" Mark shook his head, causing Sean to pause. He cocked his head slightly. "You don't?" he asked surprised.

"No, I don't." Mark leaned back in the booth, sinking in slightly into the withered cushion. "I get it. Helping people till they're either well or worse. It's a good dead. That's why you're an Angel. Killing can be wrong. Killing for fun? That's wrong. I refuse to do that. But killing when the person deserves it? When they signed up for it? That's not wrong."

The waiter came back and set Sean's plate down, then leaving after Sean thanked him. The conversation continued.

"I know where you're coming from. I do. But I could never view killing someone as a good thing. I agree, some people should be punished. But that's it, I don't think people deserve death."

Mark leaned forward, elbows on table, and squinted his eyes at Sean. "Even if they've killed? An eye for an eye. That's how it should be. And if they've made a deal with a Demon? They're warned about death, yet they take it. How is it bad if they deserve it or accepted it?" Sean looked at Mark, squirming in his seat uncomfortably. "I'm just saying. I'm not disagreeing with you, I'm just making a point."

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Sean watched as Mark shrugged his jacket off once again, but this time, he could see his body better. Back in the bar, it was too dark to see the details. But now with the restaurant lighting shining on them both perfectly, Sean could admire the way how the button up enhanced Mark's muscular arms. It was a bit of a struggle not to reach over and just caress them, but he made sure he refrained.

Sean looked at his food and poked around at everything, his fork mixing everything together a bit. Though Angels and Demons don't need to eat, their hunger nonexistent, who could resist Chinese food?

He looked up at Mark's side of the table, then looked up at Mark. "Why didn't you eat?" Mark shrugged and Sean stirred some noodles onto his fork, then forked them into his mouth. Once he swallowed his food, refusing to talk with food in his mouth, he continued. "Well, if you want to take a bite out of my food, go ahead." Pushing his plate over towards Mark, he saw a joking smile come onto his.

Exhaling a laugh, Mark grabbed his own fork — the waiter accidentally gave him one as well — and poked at a piece of chicken before picking it up and eating it. Sean smiled wider and pulled his plate back towards him, taking another bite.

The two sat in silence, Sean eating and Mark either watching the outdoors or Sean. Each time Sean looked up and caught Mark looking at him, they'd share a smile and Mark would turn to look back outside. Sean's face would light red and he'd quickly look down.

Something about Mark watching Sean made his heart stammer and struggle to keep an even pace.

After eating nearly half of his meal, Sean looked down at his watch and felt his heart drop. His fork fell on his plate and he quickly fished for his wallet, catching Mark's attention. He watched Sean fiddle for cash, tossing it on the table.

"I've gotta go, it's late and I still have to check up on my job. I'm sorry to cut this short, I had a great time! I'll talk to you soon hopefully! Have a goodnight," Sean rushed out as he dashed out of the restaurant.

Sadly, he left too quickly to notice Mark smiling at his flustered manner.