Inian, War
The kids shrugs and goes back to his comic book.
The voices are raised a little more, but with little content when the angel knocks on the door. They quiet and you hear some whispering, then a youth opens the door.
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You don't hear much, but a whisper of concern from her about "if someone sees me here with you?", followed by him scoffing.
A 6'foot man opens the door, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, both splattered with paint stains. He's also wearing a spiked collar and spiked bracelets, and has hair so black it looks dyed, but otherwise has little of the 'emo' look to him. He appears fairly fit, in a thin, lithe fashion. An angry scrowl is on his face.
"Yeah, I'm Jason." You see a trace of concern on his face as he glances past you to the kid, who simply gives a sarcastic wave. He rolls his eyes, looking more like a normal, annoyed sibling. "Anyway, who are you and what do you want?
In the back of the room, you can see a woman -- likely in her late twenties or early thirties -- wearing a skirt and a blouse that... well, it's not exactly unprofessional, but showing a bit more cleavage than one would expect. She's putting on some heels and gathering up an art bag. She looks afraid more than anything else.