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

[uberboned]

[[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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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I can wait. My enjoyment of instant gratification apparently eloped with my pride. They're in Barbados somewhere, laughing at my expense.

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[estevezestevez.livejournal.com]

[HAVE A SHAWN. WITH GOODIES.] So, I've got the Milky Way and then I also found those little mexican chocolate ball candies... they're like... I don't know probably YEARS old from this Quinceañera gig I did. No, I'm not mature enough to not steal candy from fifteen year old girls and I also don't care what you think about it. [DUMPS IT ALL ON HIM.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[YOU'RE HIS FAVORITE PERSON, SHAWN. Admittedly, it made his stomach twist a little in helplessness that he couldn't just dredge this up for himself, but the fact that he actually had people looking out for him made it... Somewhat better. At least he wasn't helpless, abandoned and forgotten, even if he had made a life of alienating people.]

You're a saint, Shawn. [He picked up one of the candy balls.] And I'm an archangel, so I can totally approve sainthood. You'll be Saint Shawn of the infirmary contraband.

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[estevezestevez.livejournal.com]

I'll only accept that title if I can have 40 wives and live in my own harem somewhere south of the border. Saint Shawnybaba they'll call me, and all will be well.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Around a mouth full of chocolate.] Sure, sure. I'll get you something in writing. [His stomach protested chocolate and he coughed, trying to avoid throwing up.] I still have enough dignity left to not throw up on myself.

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[estevezestevez.livejournal.com]

There's a fine line between valuing sweets and being addicted. WHERE DO YOU STAND GABEY BABY? On. Which. Side. Do. You. Stand.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel stared at him and then actually considered the question.] If I told you my metabolism depended on it, would that be a good enough excuse?