Gabriel strolled into the Hazbin, casually munching on a pastry he had snagged before going down to visit his brother. His wings fluttered lazily behind him as he made his way to where Lu was standing, apparently chatting with some red suited demon.
Without missing a beat, Gabriel paused in front of his older brother, tilting his head as his eyes traveled from Lu’s shoulders down to his waist and back up again. He tapped his chin, eyes narrowing in contemplation. "Pardon the interruption…Hey, Lulu… you put on a little weight?" Gabriel asked, the smirk already tugging at the corner of his lips. "I mean, creating all those ducks must burn calories, right? Or is that suit just getting a little snug?" Of course, he didn’t know about his brother’s ‘condition’ following some passionate fornication with a certain radio demon.
Oh father damn it , why now… he had just been talking with Alastor going over ideas for the nursery and possible names for their fawn when he heard a familiar voice he hasn’t heard in a while .
How did he get down here did he want to get stabbed?! This is how you get stabbed.
—— wait .. DID HE CALL HIM FAT?! THE NERVE HES NOT FAT!!
He cracked his neck with how fast he turned it and gave him the most deadliest glare known to Angels .
“DiD yOu jUsT cAlL mE fAt?!”
