Demi listened to the other man but kept walking away slowly. When he heard the comment about food he stopped. Dem's cooking was definitely not great...and he did get take out alot...which was probably on the menu tonight...<br/><br/>With a few seconds of contemplation he turned around...only to see nothing??<br/><br/>A scowl crossed his face and he 'hmphed' dropping Zera, who was used to being tossed around and easily landed on his feet, wings outstretched for a brief moment of balance.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>That was rude... <br/></span><br/>Demetrius snarled at him, fangs bared.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>Sooooo scary...</span>Zera replied, right behind he trotted ahead, tail swishing behind him in mockery of his pathetic master.<br/><br/>Demetrius bristled, almost like a cat.<br/>"You little bastard get back here!"<br/>Then he was off, chasing after the canine, but each time he caught up to him, went to grab or tackle, Zera would vanish, leaving Demi to crash in to the sidewalk several times...<br/><br/>After his last attempt Demetrius staggered to his feet, panting heavily before he realized they were in front of his apartment...and Zeraph had already phased through the door.<br/><br/>"D-damn...mutt." He mumbled as he fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, not bothering to switch the deadbolt as he stepped inside and moved over to the sofa, flopping down on his back with a tired sigh.<br/><br/>"You should cook dinner...lazy....mu.........." before he finished his entire sentence Demi was out cold, the chase on the way here showing several bruises along his chest and shoulders, along with some dirt on his face and the rest of his body...but he could shower tomorrow...<br/><br/>Zeraph was in the corner, partially visible as he tilted his head, a slight smirk on his muzzle.