They don’t need money anyway. They can live off the land.
Well, aren’t you harsh today.
Oh, and I am?
Never said you were, love.
I am not an ATM.
Getting the moose pregnant? I could kiss you, Gabriel.
Or that dashing Sebastian Roche.
Oh I don’t know.
Virgins? That’s cliche.
Oh? You have something else in mind?
No, I’d rather get him laid.
Have fun bonding with your virginal humans, brother.
Oh, and I suppose you’d rather get him a pacifier and a blanket?
-sobs openly and brokenly, rubbing at his eyes-
/turns down the volume/
*chastises self for talking too much* No, it’s not. Nevermind.
To each her own.
*scowls* Because now I have to wonder if I’ve gone nuts again or not.
“Again”? Is this a common thing, love?
Balthy, let’s not explode any humans.
Why not? They already exploded themselves during that nuclear war.
So if you’re an angel, that means that shooting you in the face won’t permanently kill you?
I wouldn’t risk it. I could have your insides erupt while they’re still inside. But I don’t plan on it.
You humans are awfully inconsiderate. I was just passing a message along.
I know, right? It’s like the cage and the ghetto mixed into one.
I’m sure you fit right in, then.
Your wife says hello, baldy.
No, I don’t like this at all.
On a scale of 1-10, how much does everyone regret partaking in that “magical” nonsense a couple of days ago?
Yeah, look who’s talking.
Let’s just be grateful we’re of age again.
I kind of liked being a kid.
You were a child? I barely noticed the difference.
/huffs and puts his hands on his hips.
Stop bein’ a baby.
M’not a baby.
Cassie? Is Cassie here? /smiles/
/begins to wail/
/scoops up 7-year old Gabriel/
Looks like you’ve got yourself into a bit of trouble, love.
I’m sure just two is lonely to take care of.
Not at all.
You aren’t really going to call me that, are you?
/lets his wings stretch out wide, then pulls them close and ruffles them slightly/
I’m an angel, yes.
Wordplay is Gabriel’s forte.