Different...

As soon as they got in the house Gabriel swiftly snapped Misery's neck in one hand, he purposely did it the wrong way. The way that didn't kill immediately but dragged out for a while and left the person in extreme pain.

Angel just started at his friend while the small boy flopped around on the ground like a fish, withering in pain.
He was horrified...
He looked at Gabriel and back handed him.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH! THATS FUCKING CRUEL!!!"
Angel knew better than anyone the pain of having your neck broken...Trever loved doing it.

Gabriel glared.
"Its your fault. You made me do this." He stated. "If you wouldn't have stopped listening to me cause of him I wouldn't have had to do this and set him in line."

Angel glared, striking him again.
"Fuck you."

"You want yours snapped to?" He glared.

"Go ahead if your man enough..." His eyes were a deep orange, as he swung again for Gabriels head.

"You asked for it." And he snapped Angel's neck just the same but he made sure it killed him immediateyl.

Two days later when Angel opened his eyes, first thing he did was sit in his corner and curl up.
Okay, Gabriel wanted to play this...
He would see just how cold someone could be.
He was dealing with Vash and Trever right now.

Gabriel didn't even notice he was up. All he knew was he was happy it was peaceful around here.

When Misery got up, he popped his neck and stood, padding into the kitchen to find himself some food like he owned the place.

"Did I tell you you could eat bitch?" Gabriel called.

He rolled his eyes coming out to lean against the door, chewing on something.
"Look bitch, im not your bitch. Im a pet. I eat, and I sleep what and where I want. You hit me and you have more problems. You wont do me like you do Angel. Im better than that."

Gabriel glared but said no more, leaning back on the couch.

Misery went back into the kitchen, fixing himself something to eat.

Gabriel didn't mind much. There wasn't much good in the fridge to begin with.

He plopped down by Gabriel on the couch and burped.
"So, anything to do around here?"

"Not particularly. You can have the Tv. Aint nothin I like anyway. Angel up yet?"

"Yeah, he got up and curled up in a corner. He looks really ticked off and his eyes are all fucked up so." He shrugged, picking up the remote.

"What color are they?" He sighed. He didn't feel like dealing with a voice right now.

"Right on is Orange, the Left one is yellow now, earlier it was black." He stretched out.

"Wonderful. Damn I forget what voice that is anyway. Oh well." He sighed.

The yellow was J.C, the childlike voice, naive and curious, hurt easily and not understanding most things.

"Do you know which ones they are?" He asked.

"Vash and J.C. Vash is the one who is like pissy and masochist and likes to fight, J.C is like an innocent child who is curious and doesnt know alot."

He nodded.
"Ugh Vash pisses me off."