I Am Very Bored and Mentally Broken. Let’s RP! (Open O/O)

(That’s okay! Just have a good time.)

(You too. I understand if you hate me…)

(I don’t hate you.)

(Thanks Emi… Everything is accounted for, so… We can continue if you want!)

(Let us continue!)

(Sure…)

Apollo sighed and took out his pen and notepad.
“Okay, coming up.” He stood and walked off.

Samaeal leaned back, waiting for his lobster. He was excited for it, and to have a visitor come over… He put his phone away…

Apollo trotted into the back and hung up the order for the cook. At least he’d get a good tip from this guy, whoever he was.

Samaeal chuckled, satisfied. He planned to tip maybe 40% or something like that. He took off his beanie, sighing…

Soon the cooks had up his customer’s order and Apollo took it out.
“There you are. Do you want some water?”

"No thank you…" Samaeal said. "Oh, and I'm Samaeal by the way…" He replied, extending his hand. "You?"

Apollo took Samaeal’s hand. “I’m Apollo. Nice to meet you.”

Samaeal shook his hand firmly, formally.
"Indeed, nice to meet you as well… As I said, I'm Samaeal, but you can call me Sammy/Sammie, or Pet." He explained, running his hand through his messy hair to ruffle it up again…

Apollo blinked. “Pet?” That was a very odd name for this man. Perhaps he had many lovers who called him this.

"Yeah… On account of my cats." He said, rolling up his sleeves to reveal three names…
Cain.
Abel.
Seth.
Tattooed in the crook of his elbow.
"There's why!"
(Originally, he has the tattoos, but he's called Pet for two reasons… One of them is obscenely crass… Would you like to hear them?)

(Er… sure.)

Apollo squinted. “Are you sure? Cus they could call you Catty or something.”

"Yeah… Well, I had a dog too…" He said, alluding to the unrevealed tatto on the small of his back that read 'Dante.'
(Well, the first one is because in his demon form he is very doglike, and even in his suppressed form he exhibits animalistic traits like a long, turquoise demon tail, and superhuman senses of hearing and smell… The other one I probably shouldn't say.)

(The other one is sex-related, yes? Cool reason tho)

Apollo shook his head. “There has to be more behind that nickname than just your pets.”

(Yes, very… So I'll hold off on it…)
"Not really…" Samaeal said, taking a forkfull of lobster. He ate it gingerly

(Okay.)

Apollo nodded. “Alright. Well I’ll be taking other orders if you need me.”

(Skip?)

(We will skip to after Apollo's shift.)
Samaeal checked the time on his phone. Yeah, it was time for Apollo to be off. He waited by his Tesla.

Apollo pushed out of the backdoors, putting on his light gray jacket. He looked this way and that, then over to Sam.
“Hi there,” He greeted as he trotted up.

"Hello." Samaeal said. "Do you have your own means of transportation?"

Apollo shook his head. “I just walk.” He looked around. “I’ll be a cold walk tonight, though.”

"Then get in." Samaeal suggested, opening the door. "You're not some peasant scrub." Samaeal added.

Apollo sighed and got in. “But I am a minimum wage worker… yay…”

"That doesn't mean you should live like one…" Samaeal said, sighing…

Apollo buckled in. “I can’t afford transit or a car rent. I need the money for my food, new cat and my rent.”

"Well, surely you have a roommate or something to help with that… You don't look too ramshackle…" Samaeal said, as he turned the key. The engine turned over with a floaty purr, and he sighed in satisfaction.