Ajax laughed slightly as Mercy hopped off. "Right, you won't do that again till you want to annoy me." He chuckled slightly, perking up a little and reaching out a hand to stroke Rex's head. "Petting dogs is most definitely Therapuetic. Letting cats might make you get sutures." He teased her, scratching under Rex's chin. Ajax then reached over the couch and grabbed the long forgotten noodles, peering at the cold lump. Eh, he was really hungry enough to not care. Ajax glanced at the two sticks that lay beside the box, racking his brain for what they were... till he remembered Chinese are stupid and they invented chopsticks. He completely ignored them and got up, quickly finding a fork, then sitting back down and eating the noodles. "Interesting flavor. Chilly,"

"...you do have a point there." Mercy chuckled, reaching for her food, which hadn't gotten quite as cold. She glanced over at him and the noodles, tilting her head. "Hey, petting Binx is VERY therapeutic. You would know if you tried." She huffed, giving Rex a scratch behind the ears. She watched Ajax and could practically see the gears whirring in his head over chopsticks. She chuckled as he went off to find a fork and raised her eyebrows at his reaction. "You do know I have this revolutionary things called a microwave, right?" She asked sarcastically, taking a bite out of her food.

"Oh I do? How spectacular." Ajax marveled, his eyes widening as he ate another bite. "Man, I'm going to ... relish this. How delightfully cold and ... er... delicious." He swallowed with a face. "Thankfully I'm not going to try." Ajax offered a sweet smile, eating another bite with another face. "Oh, wow, you do? I would have never guessed! You know, I've only used a microwave once in my life... first or second." Ajax said matter-of-factly, no teasing in his voice. He sounded dead serious as he ate another bite.

"On this very rare occasion, yes, you do have a point." Mercy said sarcastically, putting her bag of food down on the table and grabbing a medium sized container of honey chicken with rice. She curled up and gently scooched Rex off so she could sit beside Ajax again. She curled up and started to eat, rolling her eyes. "Right, because of your so called 'allergy'." She teased, giving him a surprised look. "Really? I don't think I've lived anywhere that... didn't have a microwave." She said in shock.

"I applaud the effort to be nice but really Mercy, this is amazing. Or should I rephrase that, you are amazing. Wow." Ajax commented with an impressed nod of his head, finishing the box of noodles with a slight shake of his head... as if to rid himself of the flavor. Rex looked quite dopey as he got inched off the couch, sliding onto the floor in a sad heap and staring up at Mercy with pleading, mournful eyes. Ajax raised his eyebrows and looked at the dog, then at Mercy. "Don't fall for his tricks." He warned with a slight grin, then sat back to enjoy the feeling of finally having nobody sitting in his lap. Ajax stretched his arms behind him and hooked his fingers behind his head with a contended sigh, crossing his feet and visibly relaxing. "Ah, well I'm pretty sure people in Texas didn't know what a microwave was till the 2000's" Ajax joked, but really he was kidding. "What is it... 2023? So I must've died... three decades ago, really, plus ... four years... 1989. I died in 1989, which means I was extremely outdated in the first place. My ranch didn't like using any electrical appliance, but they finally got stoves... after stoves had existed for a hundred years at least. Microwaves, though, my father would not have within twenty miles of my house." Ajax barked a laugh. "So the only time I used one is when I went to the hospital for another scar or whatnot, and they gave me a taco and said to heat it up. Of course I looked around for an hour or two before I decided to ask someone how. They looked at me all confused and pointed towards this weird box in the corner. Being the stubborn boy I was, I just nodded and pretended like I knew how to use it. Three hours later, almost five hours after they had given me the taco, I broke and asked for help... because I was ready to pull out the cords, rewire it to my expectations, and heat up my now very bad looking taco. So they taught me, after some confusion, what a microwave was and how to use it. Of course I've forgotten almost everything by now but I still know how to rewire one and make it run." Ajax finished with a smile.

Mercy gave him a mock-flattered look, pressing a hand to her chest dramatically. "Well, I mean, I know that. But it's always nice to hear someone say it." She said sarcastically, dropping the facade and smiling at him. "But I'm glad you like it." She nodded, glancing over as the big mound of dog slid from the couch to the floor. She simply blinked and then frowned, as if the dog were blaming her. "No, don't make me feel guilty for sitting on my own couch. You take up three quarters of the damn thing and Ajax takes up the other quarter, and his lap isn't nearly as comfortable as you'd think." She explained, huffing at the dog and reaching down to give him a pat. She glanced at Ajax and grabbed another container of food that was similiar to hers, but it had something different in it. "Anyway, I got this specifically for you, I think you'll like it." She handed it to him lightly, leaning back on the couch. She gave him a shocked expression at his words. "You should be almost fifty." She commented incredulously. She had met many, many Angel's that were centuries upon centuries old and still looked young, but it wa slightly hard to believe with Ajax. "That does explain the whole all black punk-rock theme though. I died two or so years ago, so." She shrugged, grinning as he dove into another story. "He sounds... old fashioned. Stubborn." She teased, snickering at him as he explained about the hospital. "Only you would be unable to figure out how to USE a microwave, but be able to rewire it effortlessly." She laughed.

"Of course, I'm glad I could blow up your ego more." Ajax commented sweetly, looking at the dog with a sigh then looking offended. "My lap is too comfortable! Ask Rex, he'd say so." He huffed, then looking annoyed. "Don't REMIND me I should be OLDER THAN TIME. I DIED, IM NOT, THE END." Ajax snorted. "I died at age 20 SOMETHING, so I will STAY that age for the REST OF ETERNITY no matter if I was born in the STONE AGE." He huffed irritably, but since that was uncomfortable when you had your hands behind your head he stopped huffing like a freight train. In any case, Ajax was glad he could still bend like that... before this would cause excruciating pain because it was stretching out his chest, but it seemed fine now. Except for the slight twinge of pain every one in a while, and except for the dull ache that just spread throughout his chest and refused to go away. "MERCY!" Ajax yelped, looking alarmed. "It is absolutely NOT a punk rock theme WHAT are you talking about!? I simply like the color black, COMBINED with it is harder to see in the dark when I am sneaking up on people and demons to wreck vengeance! Sheesh woman, you should know me better than that!" He puffed and snorted with annoyance, crossing his arms and unlacing his fingers from behind his head. "He is old fashioned and stubborn. That's kind of why you don't like him." Ajax pointed out. "Hey, what can I say, it is how my wonderfully weird brain works."

"If you're not careful I might start floating soon." Mercy warned sarcastically, chuckling at his offense. "Sorry, maybe I was wrong. I might have to try again to find out." She joked, giving him a warning look and putting his food container on his legs. "Anyway, your actual food." She chuckled, grinning mischievously at his outrage over age. "I dunno, you're almost old enough to be my dad." She cringed after and shook her head. "Wait, no, I take it back. That's just wierd. But you are 100% old." She teased, watching him get annoyed. "So, am I annoying yet?" She mocked, jumping slightly at his yelp and snickering. "Right, right, right..." She said sarcastically. "I still think you're in a punk-rock grunge era. I might even go so far as to say emo." She teased.

Ajax gave her a glare at her second comment, taking the food with a look that said *this is the only thing that will touch my lap from now on*. "Mercy!" He exclaimed pitifully, his face falling. "You SHOULD take that back your... DAD!? Holy jalapeños I'm having a brain double take frozen episode roasted rattlesnakes argh" Ajax groaned, getting up and pacing to the other side of the room. "Not even near old enough..." he started, even thought when he quickly calculated it out from fear he figured out he WAS, "And that just means it is a good thing we are technically the same age now, eh? Or, wait, I'm like, three years older than you. I think. I'm pretty sure I died at 23. Maybe. Possibly," he paused with a wrinkled nose and came to sit back down after his brain wave that almost drowned his poor mind. "I don't even know what emo means, except that it sounds incredibly close to emu, a cousin of the ostrich as you know, and I would hate to be associated with that in the least." Ajax's eyebrows shot up past his hairline as he said this. He had the best facial expressions... especially with his eyebrows...

Mercy snickered at his reaction. "I know, I know. I already took it back!" She retaliated, giggling at his slew of curses. "Actually, if you do the math, you are. But... blegh." She faked a gag. "Yeah, it is. But I'm still gonna call you old at every chance I get. I mean, if your demon logic is correct, then you're only two years older than me." She rolled her eyes at his last words, scoffing. "Take from it what you will."