uberboned | 021- (Voice) No, Tony, they don't teach you how to properly cook an angel on the Food Network. :|

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021- (Voice) No, Tony, they don't teach you how to properly cook an angel on the Food Network. :|

[[OOC: Gabe decided to not blip out of the infirmary at the first stage of consciousness, half because OH GOD OW. And... Half because his pride is hurt so much that he wants to be MISERABLE in a ball... Mostly, it's because his room smells like barbecue long pig. FU, BELA. He's a pissed off ball of archangel fury right now, but IT'S OKAY, because due to the fact that he has notoriously short Death Tolls, he's nearly powerless for the first couple of days after reviving. AIN'T HIS LIFE GRAND?]]

[Weakly]

That.... Was a lot less fun than the first time. Can we... Not barbecue the angel every week? Huh? I know I've got this stunning personality that makes people wanna set me on fire, but c'mon. We all know it don't stick and it just leaves a huge mess that no one wants to deal with. Okay?

[There's a moment where he might say something else, but then he just cuts the transmission. HIS DELICATE ANGEL PRIDE IS WOUNDED AND NO HE DOESN'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT.]

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[Grin is gone. She's not mad, though, pinky promise.]

Hell, remember?

[Gabe rolled his eyes.] Riight. Funny the things you forget when your brain's been fried extra crispy. [He paused and then teasingly asked:] ...Who are you again?

[As much as she wanted desperately to stop from smiling, she couldn't help it. She took a seat on the edge of his bed.]

So word around the Barge is I'm in love with you. Have you heard anything about this?

[He buried his face in his pillow to stifle a groan that had nothing to do with Ruby and more to do with EVERYTHING SUCKS RIGHT NOW.]

No, but I can't say I keep up with office gossip.

[That groan make her stomach knot up. Not because she thinks it's about her. Because she can't help. And she can't get vengeance because she and Aleera had a moment and she doesn't want to make things worse for her. THE PROBLEMS ABOUND.]

I just heard it myself. I told 'em I'm not, but I don't think it went through.

If it was Bela, she's just lookin' to find places to stick in knives. The girl's got issues.

Yeah, I know. Alastair, too. [AWKWARD pause.] I think I might've pissed him off.

[Gabriel snorted.] Oh great. It's a vengeful spite party and everyone's invited. I'll bring the wine coolers and the whips.

[Ruby's got her own little groan and closes her eyes for a second.] Don't talk about whips.

Sorry. Um. Chainsaws. Hatchets. Or we could all just drink strychnine-laced cocktails with razorblades in 'em and just call it a night.

Sounds good to me.

[Gabriel raised an arm to hold up an OK sign.] Send out the invitations. Make sure Alastair's has extra glitter. I'll even add... I completely forgot where that was going. [Headpillow.]

[Ruby raised an eyebrow.] Ya know you're really adorable when you're in pain.

[No, the way that could sound doesn't register.]

Edited 2010-03-24 22:51 (UTC)

[The way that could sound does not register to POOR PAINED ARCHANGELS.] Oh good. If I ever need people to sympathize with my abrasive personality, I'll hire Bela to light be on fire again. We can go on tours.

Anything I can do in the meantime? Fluff your pillow, read you a story, sing a song that's sure to annoy everyone but you?

[Gabriel peered above his pillow at her.] Rubes, this is why I like you. You know just what I like. Sing. Sing until someone starts throwing things... By that time, I'll probably be able to throw something back.

[This is the part where Ruby sings Freebird, loud and proud. CAUSE IT'S, LIKE, THEIR SONG NOW.]

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