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“lets,” the teleporting was always an odd sensation, gabriel not so subtly brushing himself down after as if some form of angelic dust had settled onto his clothing during it. the archangel had never gotten used to it, the way it turned the mortal stomach he’d been given from his vessel. plus - gabriel was always up for cake. many would say angels didn’t require food, nourished only by the grace of god but - that didn’t taste like black forest gateau, so he’d have to disagree.
“i’d recommend the basque cheesecake, or the raspberry mille-feuille if they have any left,” there was a knowledge there, the brothers entering the shop which smelled delectable. “i don’t know, i think this change may even somewhat surprise you, cam,” gabriel continued their conversation from earlier, eyes constantly moving from his brother to the days selection.
“uriel’s courting death. not in the sense he’s being reckless, as in he’s…romantically involved with the horseman. and that’s only one of what feels like several new things,”
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Blinking into existence elsewhere with the ease it took to breathe, Cam had never had any problems with his teleportation abilities, even when occupying a mortal vessel. But then again, Camael was an angel built to withstand divine battles of the Judgment Day level, resilient and tough, a true divine warrior. Meaning he could take one hell of a beating so a little bit of nauseating vertigo while teleporting was nothing to him.
Following Gabe’s lead into the shop, Camael looked like he was in a very good mood, the prospect of getting cake just making his otherwise cold steel-colored eyes sparkle. “Both.” He demanded decidedly, because screw choosing between two delicious picks. He can have both, yolo.
Eyes glued to the display counter, Cam leaned in, hands on knees, to shorten the distance between his impressive height and the display of confections in front of him, thus getting a better look. He still looked unconvinced at Gabriel’s words of warning regarding all the happenings in Hollow’s Creek lately. “Well, my body is ready, razzle-dazzle me.” He said in a flat, indifferent tone, much more excited about the cake he’d be treating himself with, mouth already watering.
Hearing about Uriel however did make him look away from the cake selection he’d been browsing through, thick eyebrows rising high to meet his hairline. But in the next moment, he burst into a hearty guffaw, leaned over himself, head drooping. “Yer shittin’ me! Damn, talkin’ bout odd tastes, weirder than eatin’ strawberries with balsamic vinegar. Do they go on dates too and is Death bringin’ his scythe with ‘um on those?”
