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

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I finally antagonized the wrong person and she lit me on fire.

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

I'm...not actually surprised, but I didn't think fire hurt angels.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Fires made by holy oil do. The bitch must've swiped some. I was wondering who got into my curseboxes. The more I know.

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Oh. She's a demon, right?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

...

I wish.