[Indeed, Steven has no real idea who he's meeting with beyond 'Naphil'. Considering how rare they are, though, the chances of running into someone else who fits that description at the cafe are just about zero. Others might have reservations about meeting with someone whose name they don't even know, but Steven doesn't think twice about it. Just because he likes to avoid confrontation doesn't mean he'll avoid potentially-unpleasant people.
This is why he's the 'stupid one' to some.
He comes up to the cafe with a bit of a jog, the part of his face below his nose hidden beneath a blue scarf. Unlike most Nephilim, he doesn't have horns and his extra pair of eyes is mostly hidden beneath locks of curly hair, but there's still no mistaking that halo. His wings are smaller and more colorful than those one might expect from an angelic being, but they're wings all the same. His tail is more difficult to spot, the bushy tip only just poking out beneath his jacket. (He doesn't like having it go through the jacket, it feels weird and pins the jacket to his body too much.)
He walks through the door and his gaze falls on the person he's meeting with pretty much immediately. Diavolo may not be as huge or bright as Cervo, but he's still a sight. Steven stands frozen in the doorway, ethereal glow flickering into existence in his eyes for a few seconds before subsiding again. When he approaches the table, it's with almost humbled awe.]
Ah- Hi! Wow, you... [He has to actively stop himself from calling this person huge; Cervo hadn't liked that either.] You're a Naphil, alright.
(very understandable tbh)
This is why he's the 'stupid one' to some.
He comes up to the cafe with a bit of a jog, the part of his face below his nose hidden beneath a blue scarf. Unlike most Nephilim, he doesn't have horns and his extra pair of eyes is mostly hidden beneath locks of curly hair, but there's still no mistaking that halo. His wings are smaller and more colorful than those one might expect from an angelic being, but they're wings all the same. His tail is more difficult to spot, the bushy tip only just poking out beneath his jacket. (He doesn't like having it go through the jacket, it feels weird and pins the jacket to his body too much.)
He walks through the door and his gaze falls on the person he's meeting with pretty much immediately. Diavolo may not be as huge or bright as Cervo, but he's still a sight. Steven stands frozen in the doorway, ethereal glow flickering into existence in his eyes for a few seconds before subsiding again. When he approaches the table, it's with almost humbled awe.]
Ah- Hi! Wow, you... [He has to actively stop himself from calling this person huge; Cervo hadn't liked that either.] You're a Naphil, alright.