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.]

Comments

[cisskabob]

You're my friend. I worry. It's what I do. ...I hear you on that one. Steer clear of my pyromaniac inmate. Wish I could.

GABE'S HEART IS GOING SQUISH. PEOPLE WORRY ABOUT HIM. WHAT'S THIS NONSENSE?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

At least it's not every kind of fire. So long as your inmate stays out of the holy oil, we're golden.

DEAL WITH IT GABE, YOUR PEOPLE LOVE YOU.

[cisskabob]

There is no way that'll happen. Is holy oil actually good for anything? Or can we pitch it overboard and call it a day?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Uh... Not unless we randomly get an angel from my universe we really, really don't like.

[cisskabob]

...Are there angels from your universe we really, really don't like? Because I don't know that I'd put it past the Admiral.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Lemme think. There's Michael, Lucifer, Zachariah, Uriel, uh... Pretty much everyone still in league with Heaven.

Basically, my whole family's a bunch of pricks, but, honestly, if anyone tried to put them in a holy fire trap, I'd light them on fire, 'cause, pricks or not, they're my family.

...So yeah. I'm all for throwing the crap overboard.

[cisskabob]

...One day I'd like to hear the story behind that, but you get a pass for today.

I get that, though. No one messes with your people except you. Overboard it is.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You're such a bright girl. I love that about you.