“It’s a what?” asked Raphael, his nose scrunching up in distaste as he stared at the creature.
“No, it’s not a ‘what’,” said Gabriel, “a platypus.”
“Play-tey-pos,” Raphael repeated, testing each syllable on his tongue. “That’s weird.”
Gabriel scowled at him. “You’re weird.”
“Is it supposed to be doing something?” inquired Lucifer, tilting his head to one side.
“Yeah, it’s not moving,” agreed Raphael. “Maybe it’s dead.”
“It’s not dead!” cried Gabriel defensively. He kneeled down next to the creature and began petting its head. The platypus made a rumbling noise from the back of its throat and Gabriel grinned triumphantly. “Ha.”
“It’s still boring,” scoffed Raphael. “It doesn’t look like it can kill anything.”
“Not everything has to be violent, Raphy!”
“Only the cool stuff is,” muttered Raphael under his breath, rolling his eyes.
“You’re just jealous that Father let me make a creature and he didn’t let you!” the smallest Archangel snapped back.
Raphael flushed. “Nu-uh!”
“Would you all kindly SHUT UP?!” shouted Michael from across the room. The eldest Archangel had been cataloging various creatures for the past few days, deciding what kind of habitat and ecosystem they were supposed to be in via their Father’s instructions. However, his instructions were usually very vague, and now was not an exception. Michael was incredibly stressed because of this and the bickering of his younger brothers was not helping.
“Sorry, Mikey,” chorused Gabriel and Raphael.
Gabriel went back to petting the platypus. Raphael stared at it thoughtfully.
“You should make it breathe fire,” suggested Raphael.
“No, Raphy, I made it, I decide what it does!” said Gabriel firmly, hugging the Platypus to his chest protectively.
As they started to argue again, Lucifer glided over to Michael, who was starting at a scroll in confusion.
“Is Father suggesting that dinosaurs and birds are the same species? Does that mean reptiles are supposed to have wings?” thought Michael out loud, turning to his brother. The blond shrugged in response.
“Maybe we should make a reptile that has wings,” suggested Lucifer.
“And breathes fire!” voiced Raphael from across the room.
Gabriel made a high-pitched noise of protest and flew over to his older brothers, the platypus still in his arms.
“Mikey, Raphy keeps trying to steal my platypus!”
“Am not!” cried Raphael in defense.
“Play-tey-pos?” repeated Michael, raising an eyebrow at Lucifer.
“I named it myself!” said Gabriel proudly.
“And he made it, too,” Lucifer added, amusement hidden in the undertones of his voice.
Gabriel nodded excitedly. “Father said I could make whatever I wanted from the bunch of parts he had left over and look!” He stood on his toes and held up the platypus so Michael could see. “Isn’t it neat?”
“Yes,” said Michael slowly, leaning down to scrutinize the small creature. “Good job, Gabriel.”
Beaming at his eldest brother’s approval, Gabriel turned and stuck out his tongue at Raphael.
“It’s a duck, beaver, and mink,” Michael whispered to Lucifer. “What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Just put it where you’re putting everything else that’s out of the ordinary,” Lucifer whispered back.
Both angels shared a look before agreeing together, “Australia.”
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