No one would have ever thought that one of the strongest angels, Gabriel, and the lord of hell would be sharing breakfast at a mediocre café in the middle of London. Yet here we are, it's around 8:20 AM, and the café is mostly empty. Only a few humans scattered the relatively empty dining room. You'd have to be mental to willingly wake up this early, well that's what beelzebub's take had always been on morning people. Gabriel sat across from them, his legs loosely crossed and his thumbs lightly fidgeting with one another as if to distract himself from the awkward silence of beginning the conversation..then again why wouldn't it be awkward, the last time the pair had saw eachother was when they had to confront Crowley and aziraphale about the failed Armageddon..that went well for neither side. Heavens been a complete shit show and the constant bitching from both sides obviously wore on both Gabriel and beelzebub. Gabriel's hand raised to adjust his scarf which currently felt as if it were choking him..perhaps that or the tension in the air at least.

"So...how's hell been? Can't imagine it's anything pleasant, more so than usual I assume."

he looked at the food that beelzebub ordered and couldn't help but ponder why they'd be willing to eat such...filth. although looking at them it wasn't much of a surprise.