Neither of them moved for about the equivalent of a minute before the boy took a precarious step forward. With the movement, the opposite being stumbled back, wings upturning multiple objects around him and sending them apologetically to the floor with loud sounds. The boy flinched and sent a hand out in an attempt to somehow stop what was done from a distance. When, of course, his attempt failed, he ran the hand through his hair and stared at the figure ahead.

"Uh-um.. look.. I'm Gerard. GER-AR-D Gerard. " he said, enunciating more than was needed and splaying his hand on his chest as if he were the intelligent Jane and the poor creature was a winged Tarzan. "C-can you talk?" he asked, as an afterthought. The reaper was almost offended. Of course he could talk. No, he could not name half of the objects around him anymore, but he could, in fact, talk. When Gerard saw that there was no confusion on the other's face from his words, he spoke again.
"Do you have a name?" he asked, scooting forward and not failing to make the other slowly pull his wings towards his body to make room for backing further to the corner.
"N-no I do not." the other finally voiced, hoping this would retard the other's decent, in which he was successful.
"So. You can talk?" he asked, watching the other's reaction, which was one solid nod. "Then you can understand me." another nod.
"Good. Listen. I'm not goin to hurt you." he started, almost in a whisper to try and opiate the one ahead of him. "Can you get out of the corner there? You are about to step on my brother's squire." he muttered, putting a hand out to guide him out of the corner. After a few minutes of consideration, he took the hand and let himself be guided out of his area of comfort. The touch on his hand was gentle, and comforting. The curiosity was back as he stepped over the discarded clothes on the floor. Once they had made their way out of the mess and into the clean quadrant of the room, Gerard spoke again.
"Everything needs a name.. but what the hell do I call you?" he muttered, half to himself. As if on a ragged cue, his brother spoke from the doorway.
"He looks like a... his name should be.. Sparky." he smiled from his spot. Gerard jumped about a million feet in the air and stepped in front of his new acquaintance, staring startled at the doorway to his room.
"No that- What the fuck Mikey? Why are you up??" he asked, pushing back against the other's chest with his back, trying to get him away from his brother, unsure of any reactions that might occur.
"Even when I'm dreaming you are an ass." the youngest mumbled from the door. So he thought he was dreaming? Gerard took advantage of this.
"Okay Mikes. We will call him sparky. But you have to go to your room, okay? Sparky needs.. fuck i don't know.. a nap?" he muttered, forcing through jumbled thoughts to answer his brother. But it worked. Mikey turned and ambled slowly up the stairs, back to the level area of the house. Once he was sure his brother had left, Gerard turned back.
"How about I call you Frank?" he asked, letting a little distance come between them to avoid scaring it anymore. It nodded and cracked a small smile. "I am Frank." he grinned. Gerard let a small nod and looked around.
"Do you want to sit down?" he asked, unsure of the etiquette to use when a hellish angel appeared. Frank walked over to the bed and attempted to sit, his wing's tips hitting the bed before his bottom, he glared and tried a few awkward ways before standing up again. Gerard couldn't help but laugh as he got an idea.
"Stay right here. I will be back." He assured, turning to walk up the stairs. When he returned Frank was still standing in dead center of the room, looking towards the doorway and waiting for him. Well, he as obedient.. Gerard hauled a kitchen stool over and placed it by Frank, gesturing for him to try it. Frank walked around it once before standing with his back to it and backing up, his now folded wings bumping it.
"Here I'll-" Gerard started to say something, stepping forward to show Frank, when his wings snapped open quickly, making a sound almost like a pillow hitting another object, and he sat down, folding them back a little more awkwardly void the seat. He adjusted his backside a few times then smiled contentedly up at Gerard, who was looking at the black plume of detached down feathers flying around the room, then back to him with raised eyebrows.
"Got it." Frank interrupted the silence by moving his wings a little at their place and smiling up at Gerard more than before. He had already let his ADD-ridden mind leave the subject of his duties and focus on the human.. So. in ll he was doing what he was told, just from a different approach.
"Do you like.. sleep?" Gerard asked , still looking at the collective mess already about his room.
"Yea." Frank replied, looking around the room. Now he could see posters on the wall and more art supplies on the end of the bed.
""I know this is weird, but I am sacked so like.."
"I can sleep on the floor." Frank interrupted, sizing up the ground below his feet. It looked more comfortable than the ground where he was from. Gerard stared for a second before turning around to his bed.
"Allright.."