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“Who did this?”
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“Ooh, are you worried about little old me? I’m flattered.” He was being sarcastic for a second before he shrugged. “But it was the guy I got in a fight with. I was bored so I provoked a dude with some wicked anger issues. I just about dislocated his shoulder. And then kinda roughed him up a bit to show him I was serious, so he tapped out in the end. This is nothing.”
"Can you teach me to be human?"
Don’t laugh, Nick. Don’t fucking laugh. There was a long span of seconds where he was genuinely trying to keep from smiling and cracking up about the situation at hand. About the question he’d just been asked. He had to bite his thumb for a second before 100% failing at keeping his cool.
Like he absolutely fucking lost his shit for a full minute, might have stumbled if he hadn’t forced himself to come back to reality before then. “Woo! That’s funny. Thanks for that.” There was another second where he paused and thought about the situation, really thought. “Oh you’re serious.” He snorted. “Somehow that makes it funnier. Because, man, you absolutely came to the wrong person for that. I am not a good teacher, nor am I great at being the average human being. I’m the last person you should want to ask about this.”
"Hello Nick."
You can cue Nick grimacing about him. Ugh, angels. But then he forced some sort of smile to his face, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He’d be cordial until he got a reason not to. But mark his words, he’d be searching for a damn good reason to snark and be rude if that was at all possible.
“Well hello there, angel face. What could you possibly want from me? Have I not suffered enough at the hands of you douchebags?” Bitter? Who’s bitter? Clearly not Nick.
“Remember me as I was, not as I am.”
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“I will. If I can know who you a r e before you run off somewhere.”
Michael looked over the girl slowly "so your the nephlim?" he says "I'm not impressed."
"Oh, however will I live with myself? The mighty archangel Michael isn’t ‘impressed’ by me.” She clutched a hand to her chest.
"If the Bible’s not wrong, the last time there were nephilim on earth, you were part of the rather large group of angels who slaughtered my species. You’ll have to forgive me if your name doesn’t make the list of people whose expectations I’d like to meet.”
"I'm ok really." he says "I'm almost done."
Gabriel let out a soft sigh. Where to begin the speech from? He squeezed Lucifer's hand, feeling slightly frightened. "You know... I think I could help anyway. You don't need to prove anything to anyone. I think you're a good big brother. And sometimes big brothers too need help." Great start, Gabe. He thought. That would be quite the hard task.
Michael shakes his head "I'm alright." he says smiling a little bit. "What's up?"
Gabriel tilts his head. "You sure? You know, I don't really like just doing nothing at all. You don't need to do it all yourself. What's family for, then?"
He nods and gets up taking Gabriel's hand and following him.
Gabriel guides Lucifer back to the place Michael is. He smiles. "Hey." HE starts. "Need a hand?"
