Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. It was only 3:00 PM, and Alexander "Alex" Roth had only had one smoke break, which aggravated him. From an on looker's perspective, he supposed he looked a little off. Maybe jittery was the right word? Honestly he was just low on fuel for his "Core" which was of a fiery origin due to his stupid decision when he was what you could call a "normal" teenager. And then there was that voice that was urging him to set the gas tanks on fire so the place would blow up...<br/><br/>"I said NO." he muttered to himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"You haven't let me out since we killed that-"</span><br/><br/>"Don't remind me." Alex muttered under his breath, interrupting the voice in his head.<br/><br/>Alex looked at the clock wishing to whatever god was out there he would either get a customer, or his manager would find it in her heart to let him on another smoke break early. Then again it was an hour before his day shift ended, with no one in sight. "Maybe I should look at what manga the latest shipment brought us." He sighed, a passively calm look on his face as he made his way over to the shelf that the convenience store had stocked yesterday with his favorite method of escaping his hellhole of an existence. "Not a lot new, but at least enough of my favorites to-"<br/><br/>*DING DING* came the chimes of the door as a man came in to pay for gas and most likely a sugary snack as well. Alex's eyes flashed red for a second before he composed himself and walked behind the counter. "Morning sir. can I get you anything?" He asked in a bored tone. "We have a twenty percent off deal for our sub sandwiches at the moment."<br/><br/>The man smiled, but Alex could tell this was not a happy go lucky smile. "Something wrong?" He asked. "Nope." was the response, though due to his years as a Host, Alex knew the man was lying. He shrugged it off though, deciding not to question him further. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have let him leave like that.<br/><br/>"Alex! your shift is over!" He heard as Miss Bridges, his manager came out of the back. He nodded and forked over the cash for a pack of cigarettes. "Thanks miss B." He said in a more jovial, though still bored sounding, voice as he ran out and towards the diner, pocketing the cigs. He wouldn't admit it to a lot of people, but there was something other than the food that made him like the place... But he was a monster and she was...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"You should stop staring before she notices again."</span><br/><br/>Alex quickly looked away from Mercy, who was conversing with the mountain giant of a blacksmith. That was another person he had to be wary around. He was pretty sure she had seen him flying before, though he couldn't hazard a guess as to how she saw him. Her house was in the woods for pete's sake! Nothing to do now but wait for Mercy to see her 3:20 regular customer and ask what he wanted he supposed.