Michael stopped momentarily as he walked into the lobby and saw a strange man walking towards the door in company of... Adam. Adam, the Antichrist. The boy's aura made him shiver slightly.
However, it wasn't truly polite to just freeze there. And, however impatient and hotheaded he might be, he certainly could be polite. Whenever he wasn't angry, that was. "Good afternoon," he thus said.
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Date: 2006-03-25 09:59 am (UTC)However, it wasn't truly polite to just freeze there. And, however impatient and hotheaded he might be, he certainly could be polite. Whenever he wasn't angry, that was. "Good afternoon," he thus said.