By the time Samael woke up the next morning the room had been put back into order, the broken furniture having been restored, the large crater in the wall, fixed. It was almost as if his fit of rage hadn't even taken place that was how perfect things had been taken care of by the twins. He knew that he could count on those two always, they were the only ones he had brought with him from the underworld for that very reason. His most loyal servants, and his most capable and powerful as well. But of course they were nowhere near as strong as he was, that was for sure. They were one of the lower rankings of demons, and of course, he was the highest.<br/><br/>For a while, after he'd opened his eyes, Samael just laid there on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Eventually, he got up from where he was and crossed the floor of the living room, making his way through the house toward the kitchen to get something to eat. Since Samael wasn't human he didn't need as much nourishment as one might need, but that didn't mean he didn't need to eat. Once he entered the kitchen he goes over to the refrigerator, opening the door and looking inside. He sighs softly under his breath, making a mental note that he needed to go to the grocery store. As useful as the twins were around the house, he didn't miss that they were useless in everything else. They couldn't change their appearance like he could, so they couldn't really go out in public to run errands, making it so that he had to do that sort of thing. Sometimes he just thought maybe he should make a trip 'downstairs' and bring back another of his servants that could change their forme, in order to go out and do grocery runs and other such trips. But for now...he'd have to deal with those things.<br/><br/>For the moment he settled with an orange and a cup of yogurt, while waiting for the coffee he'd put in to brew to finish. As he walked around the kitchen, pacing in circles as he waited, the clothes on his body changed slightly, his fancy suit turning to something a bit more casual and comfortable, but still much more expensive appearing than your average clothes. A long sleeve white shirt that buttoned up, the top two buttons left undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The collar of the shirt was turned up just slightly, giving off an air of nonchalance. His pants were dark gray, almost jean like in material but nicer. And on his feet were lace up black shoes. It was a short time when the coffee finishes, and he pours it into a cup for on the go, adding cream and sugar, before leaving the kitchen. "I'm heading out. We need more groceries." He calls to the twins, before leaving the house and going to his car.<br/><br/>About twenty minutes later one would find him in the aisles of a grocery mart, pushing along a cart of items. At the moment he was in the produce aisle, wondering what he should get. He could hear the whispers of the housewives and other women talking behind their hands to each other, their words as clear as day but he didn't care. Instead, he ignored them, going on with what he was doing, turning over the tomato in his hand before placing it in the plastic bag with the other tomatoes he'd put in there. And THIS was why he really needed to give his 'home' a visit...It was starting to get really bothersome...