Bardiel and Ireul found themselves wandering down the streets of Tokyo-3. The two shared a lot of common traits, starting with both their inability to walk properly and ending with their favored pastimes…which just so happened to include disregarding the personal space of others.

Some time earlier, the two had found their way onto a tour bus. As far as tour buses went, this one was relatively empty. It didn't concern the two, whose time as Lilim was somewhat greater than the others. In their short lives they had discovered the art of stalking, theft, and excessive binging.

Bardiel still did not understand the need for food, however. This would occasionally inconvenience the pair as he would pass out from starvation and Ireul would have to practically force something or another down his brother's gullet.

"I...I cannot feel my legs," Ireul gasped. The two walked at a leisurely pace, though Ireul was notoriously lazy. With him having never exercised, the act of even standing for more than a minute made him feel faint.

"Well, being the-what do Lilin call it-lazy slob that you are, yes, it is not much of a surprise to me," Bardiel remarked. "You have done nothing but consume 'fast food' in excess, and play on this...electronic brain device."

"You mean a computer, you idiot?" Ireul straightened from his usual hunch for but a mere moment in order to attempt glaring Bardiel into submission. It didn't work.

"Yes."

As it turned out, Zeruel got lost during their little tour around the city. He had found himself with two of the family's smart alecks, which ended with them getting kicked off a transport vehicle for not grasping the Lilin concept of payment and him being allowed to remain on due to his daunting demeanor.

Now, the former angel of strength found himself in a quiet part of town. All alone. He considered it wasn't a bad change from the last time he'd made a trip to the city, where the entire military was trying to blast him out of the sky. At the thought, he brought an arm up and scratched his head.

Weirdos.

Ironically enough, the statement applied more to himself than he realized, and this came true to him when he'd wandered off and spotted a familiar-looking woman enter a roadside convenience store. It took a moment, but he recognized her from his sortie-yes, she was the woman he'd nearly vaporized through the weird pyramid building.

Naturally, the only rational course of action was to follow her inside. The place was larger within than it was on the outside, yet not what one would call an impressive shop. Its windows were partially boarded up and items on shelves were disgustingly out of place, expired, or even out on the floor. He made the observation that the woman with the unusual hair color was not here for the solid consumables, but rather, some strange canned beverage.

Zeruel's confusion regarding all things Lilin only grew when the woman turned to face him with a look of both shock and mild terror on her face. He almost drew the conclusion that she somehow recognized him. All though, judging from what she had to say next, that wasn't quite the case.

"Ew, what, just walked out of the gym for the first time in your life? Why are you following me, idiot?"

Bewildered, Zeruel brought his arms up, thinking it might be wise to silence the woman by putting her out, regardless of how unsure he was of his ability to do so. As if reading his mind, the woman crossed her arms and stood in such a way that he felt as if he were forced to pay attention.

"You're not supposed to hit a lady, you fucking moron," she spoke up again. Surprised, he lowered his arms. Was this a rule that Lilin are compelled to abide by? That no Lilim should hit a Lilim of the female gender? The angel of might did not wish to stoop so low as to have to ask a mere mortal the rules of their world; that was downright humiliating, and since Zeruel was not the duller of his kin, he drew the conclusion that no male Lilim should engage a female in combat, and that females most likely were exempt from the rule.

The lady, however, grew impatient with his musings. Zeruel's outward appearance was that of a person who didn't know when to look away and bugger off-he seemed fixed on the person in front of him, all though in truth this was not the case.

And being as women were, she assumed the most likely scenario, which of course prompted her to knee him in the groin.

Needless to say, the angel of strength's might could not save him from this utterly devastating attack, and he found himself on the floor in a heartbeat.

"No way," the lady spoke again, "you do not oogle Misato's breasts and get away with it."