Nakao

Nakao pulls his arm away when he felt arms creep around his neck, and hold them tight to his body. He wasn't going to show her affection back, he hates it...unless it involves blood. He was the one that kissed her first all those years ago, and hasn't kissed her since then. Well, they do kiss, but it was mostly her leading to the kisses. Nakao raises a brow when she got closer, getting ready to pull his head away to tease her until the child asked for him to do the impossible. Holding him, a kid. Nakao's face wrinkles in disgust, "Yeah. No affections from me, go ask your mother." He says rather quickly, getting ready to find the shower to wash himself.

Realizing that, he groans when he doesn't have any changing clothes. "Shit. I don't have any clothes I change into." He stops, glaring at Lucille, "Unless you're hoarding my clothes somewhere, you creepy succubus." He sighs, "Probably have my shirts and pants stored up somewhere in this place. Speaking of which," he examines it with a frown, "a new place sounds nice. This might get blown away by a gust of wind at any second." He starts searching around for the bathroom, finding it and steps inside to bathe.

Jericho: Mentions: Ero

"I'm okay, I'll be okay." She murmured, drawing away from him, but keeping his hand linked with hers. She backed up a step and almost fell, leg hurting now. Jericho could see the blood running down her leg and he immediately knew that she had reopened the bullet wound. "Damnit... we really need to get that bandaged up." Jericho said, holding her hand. He looked up the street and found a Walgreens. "Wait here." Jericho ran up to the store and quickly searched the aisles until he found a roll of gauze. He paid for the gauze and ran back to Ero, unrolling the gauze. "Do you want to put the gauze on yourself or do you want me to?" He asked her.

Lucille I M: Nakao and Karasu

Lucille rolled her eyes, thinking Nakao needed to chill out. The child wasn't very hurt by his father not wanting to pick him up, he didn't know the man and his mother had warned him about Nakao not wanting to pick him up possibly.
"Let's go play." Lucille told Karasu, taking the child by the hand and leading him to his room with his toys. The boy went to start playing on his own, playing with the toys Lucille had given him when he was younger. She kissed him on the forehead before walking out of the room and going to find Nakao. She had only one thing that had been his, but it wasn't that accessible of a clothing item for him to wear. She sighed, thinking she probably needed a shower too. She had picked up his habit of taking a shower to calm her nerves.

"I don't have anything for you. The only thing I kept was the coat, the one you gave me to hide my wings the first time we went out." She told him, leaning on the wall outside of the bathroom.

Nakao

Nakao thins his lips when Lucille told him that, and his eyes start to glow again. He steps out the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, and approaches her. "Hmm, still keeping that tacky thing?" Obviously pulling her wing here, a cocky smirk on his face scarred face, and he approaches the window. Lifting it up a slight bit, letting out a loud whistle in the mist. Not long after, a tall, skinny figure walks towards the window, kneeling in front of it to speak with the man. "Go steal me some clothes, I don't have anything. I don't care where, as long as it fits me." The creature of the mist blinks once before disappearing, Nakao leaving the window a crack. "He'll be back."

Waiting impatiently Nakao did, suddenly it came back with a few bags of clothes. Nakao opening the window wider, the creature tossing the bags inside. "You're officially on break. Go do whatever." Nakao dismisses the creature, closing the window, and grabs the bags. Digging through it, finding a plain white t-shirt, fresh pair of boxers, and some kind of sports shorts. "Well, at least I can boss something around without getting smacked." Giving a quick glance in Lucille's direction, and grabs the bags to change into some sleepwear.

Jericho: Mentions: Ero

"I can't be separated from you. I-it makes me afraid..." She mumbled to him. "Oh... sorry Ero. Now hold still..." Jericho said to her as he began wrapping the gauze around the wound, wrapping it several times before carefully cutting it off with a piece of metal he took off from his helmet. "If blood oozes through the gauze Ero, let me know and I'll put on some fresh wrappings." Jericho said to Ero, before looking around. "Okay, we need to keep looking for Ava, but I'll let you take the lead since you have a bad leg... unless you need a minute." Jericho looked around and found a bench. "If you need a moment to get your bearings, we can sit on that bench, otherwise we should get back to looking for Ava."

Jericho: Mentions: Ero

"I'm fine, thanks for wrapping my leg. You're planning to leave, aren't you? I can't let you... even if you try..." She said sadly. "No one can leave... I can't handle it if they leave, not after... Let's jsut go." Jericho gave her one more quick hug before speaking to her again. "I'm not leaving you Ero, how many times do I have to say it? We're in this together and I don't plan on leaving you any time soon." Holding one of her hands, Jericho walked with her as they walked down the street. "Ava said that she's going to find an apartment, so we should probably begin looking for apartment complexes and see if she's there."