Hey Mr. DJ...((Dominic and Azrael))

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"Did I say butter? Damn, mama, I'm melting here," he said, listening to the man's foreign language. "What is that? Some Earth language?"

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Azrael rolled his eyes. "Arabic."

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"Very nice. Here's a fun fact listener. Dominic Arson is Earthling. American, actually." Then, "And no, I try not to. But I will admit that sometimes I'm pressured into things because of my dislike of hurting men's feelings."

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"I don't remember asking that question." he said, shaking his head. "but I suppose your answer is sufficient. " he said before hanging up.

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"There we have it folks. My nightly check in by vocal sexiness." Dom said with a chuckle.

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Azrael shook his head and went to feed his nephew, making them a few sundae's before getting his nephew into bed.

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For once, Dominic went home alone. A velvet voice on his mind.

[praiseofblood]

So things went on, and Azrael went back to work. At four o'clock he headed from work to walk to his favorite bistro.

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Dominic sat having a panini and reading over the daily newspaper. Thursdays and Sundays were his offdays and he was spending this Thursday relaxing.

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Azrael entered the place, smiling at the cashier. "Hello, Pita." he smiled, "I'll have the usual." he said.

"Azzy," he smiled, "How about a coffee on the house as well."

"Please." he sighed.

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Dominic glanced up and looked around at the sound of that voice.

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Azrael took the coffee and smiled. "Thanks, Pita." he said, before going to sit down and wait on his order from his favorite window seat.

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Dominic's eyes followed the fellow, eyes running over him.

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Azrael sighed, pulling out a thick book from his bag and picking up from his last place, his honey eyes skimming over the page.

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Dominic couldn't resist. Five minutes later, he was dropping across the table from the fellow and raising his paper, pretending to read.