Mikhail seemed to deflate when Taiyou told him that he couldn't remove it, reaching into his pocket to pull out his lighter and cigarette. God, he needed a smoke. He took a long drag, exhaling smoke through his nose as he nodded along to the man's plan, even if he did make a disgruntled noise at finding his brother.
Mikhail let out a long breath, standing up from his spot on the bed and walking over to Taiyou. "Alright, if we need him then I can get him. But if you're going to be meeting my brother there are some... things, that you need to know." He spoke with a pensive expression. "One, he... he's not the most mentally stable guy. By like, a lot. If he's acting crazy, it's because he is. Two, he's not just any old Nephilim, his dad is an archangel. However strong you think he is, he's stronger. Three, he's an asshole and a little shit. If there's a way to annoy the shit out of you he probably will, so I'm apologizing in advance. You're allowed to call him out on that shit—I encourage it actually. Fourth... this is specific, but don't bring up cannibalism in any way. Just don't."
When Mikhail was done, he almost looked a little nervous, crossing his arms over his chest as his fingers rapidly tapped at his side. "And fith..." He traiked off, taking a good couple of steps back. "I can get him here right now, I just... I need you to not freak out, alright? I promise you I'll be fine, don't try to stop me."
With all the proper warnings out of the way, Mikhail got out his phone, diled his brother's phone number, and waited. Straight to voice-mail, typical. "Μαλάκας—Pick up your fuckin' phone for once. I've been looking for you all week. If you don't show your face in 15 seconds I'm stabbing myself and dying. You know where I am."
Mikhail grumbled in Greek as he hung up, his hands glowing and he pulled out a hunting knife out of thin air. He looked over to Taiyou, mouthing that it was gonna be fine as he held the knife up to his chest, right over his heart. He counted down those 15 seconds, hitting zero and plunging that knife into his chest—
...but there was no blood. In fact, there wasn't even a knife. What was left in Mikhail's hands was a couple of flowers that couldn't hurt him.
"Wow you really got a death wish or somethin'?"
The sound of a party popper and a poof of confetti, and suddenly there was another man in the room. Messy purple and orange hair that was done up in three ridiculously long braids, looking like he both cut and dyed it himself. Big pants covered in patches like he cut them out and put them back together, two layers of shirts—one of them with a photo of a fish printed on the front... as well as the word Fish. Honestly he looked like if a Y2K enthusiast took fashion advice from a homeless Hippie.
"I wouldn't have to have a death wish of you ever picked up your fuckin' pho—"
"Yeah yeah whatever. So what's goin' on—?" Daliah cut himself off, looking at Mikhail's still shirtless self, the other man in the room, and the hotel they were staying at. And suddenly he got the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Ohoho! Oh Micky boy, I didn't think you had it in you. Don’t think you should be inviting your sweet an innocent little baby brother to your escapades~"
Daliah suddenly vanished, his presence only being made known once he wrapped his arm around Taiyou's shoulder. "I've been bugging him all year to just to let loose a little and put himself out there. I mean, I always knew he'd be into older men but—" Daliah was cut off by a whole tire iron hitting him directly in the face, expertly missing Taiyou completely. Mikhail scolded him in Greek as he pulled the Nephilim away by the scruff of his shirt like a misbehaving cat.
"Jesus H. Christ—Taiyou, this is my brother, Daliah. Daliah, this is Taiyou, and we need his help. So shut up and listen." Mikhail ordered, already looking so exhausted, giving Taiyou a look that was somewhere between an apology and a 'do you see what I have to deal with'.