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Well the day was a young one and it starts off with the same BS as usual. Gawen was walking down stairs shirtless in his human form, a little more comfortable...that and it riled up his father so that was a bonus. Moving into the kitchen he grabs a bowl plate and begins to fish some of his breakfast straight from the pans while one of his fathers servants cooks it.

The woman just rolls her eyes but as he walks into the dining room his father catches sight of him as he is leaving and starts up on one of his all too familiar tirades. "What the hell do you think you are doing boy? Walking around like that? Put some cloting on and dress proper, what do you think you are some filthy human living down below with nothing to his name?! You are my son, when will you start acting like it?" Gawen rolles his eyes as his father is about to leave. AS he is grabbing his coat the General sees the recent addition to his sons attire.

"What the hell is that?" The elder angel points to the new tattoo on his sons shoulder.

"What" Gawen replies as if he dose not know what his father is talking about.

"That. What the hell is that?"

Gawen looks to his shoulder and his most recent tattoo, the symbol of The Church of True Faith but broken down the middle. "It is called a tattoo." His voice carries with it his usual tone of defiance and smugness knowing that he has gotten his fathers ire up again.

The General moves in close and as he speaks looks into his sons eyes, "I want you to remove that immedeatly you blasted fool. What do you think someone would say if that on you."

With a smug look on his face Gawen "They may think that I do not like going to church."

Growling in anger at his sons most recent action the General storms out of the house as the servant woman walks intot he dining hall and smacks Gawen on the back of his head. "Do you really have to aggravate your father this early in the morning young Sir?? It really dose not give him a good day." s Gawen shrugs and shifts into a more comfortable position, as he finishes off his breakfast and heads up to his room and prepares for his day.

Grabbing his coat, a proper shirt, three sets of his special dice and a deck of cards so that at the very least he won't get bored when no one decides to play against him. Heading out into the city once again he takes to the sky's and ignores the jibes he receives from some of the local full blooded angel youth and heads off to one of the local bars where he is sure one of his friends may be, and where he may be able to gamble away some of his time.