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"Hey, it's your funeral Clara." He shrugged nonchalantly. His face lit up a bit at her suggestions, "Oh my-yes! Brilliant idea! My nest is totally gonna kick Mikey and Luci's nests asses!" He said sounding like a child.
“Play Johnny Cash. Preferable God’s Gonna Cut You Down, it would be pretty ironic considering you’re mentioned in it.”
“Okay buttercup,” she said, leaning up to ruffle his hair. “Now, are we going to go the old fashioned way or shall we use some of that lovely angel mojo?”
"But we're protective of our nests too, I don't need you ruining it before I finish it silly." He said shaking his head at her, in mock disapproval.
“When it’s finished I’m going to drop into it from the sky like in Mission Impossible, humming and all,” she promised, nodding. “So, sweater shopping? You should probably get some blankets and giant cuddly toys too, they’d definitely put your nest above and beyond the rest.”
"Hells yeah!" Gabriel said still grinning, "And this is why you are the best person ever. Just don't touch my nest or you will be in a world of hurt. Just a warning."
“I know, I know,” Clara joked, mock curtsying. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses. Aww, but by this rate half of it is going to be mine! I thought nesting angels were all cuddly and demanded mates?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes at her, "Okay whatever, take your underwear back I got all of these anyways. But ya wanna go buy some sweaters at the store or something?" He asked with a smile so she would agree. "Yes. It's nesting season and I must have the greatest nest of them all!"
Clara muttered under her breath about having to padlock her knickers as she pushed them into her back pocket, but any slight annoyance she had felt evaporated at his smile. Stupid adorable angels. “Sure, why not? I do love sweaters,” she commented, nodding towards her clothes among the pile, among which she could see a few of the other residents of the houses’ clothes. Shaking her head, she laughed at how the nesting had basically begun a very childish war between the angels. “Well, we better go buy some comfy stuff so you can beat Michael and Lucifer, right?”
"Ow!" he said rubbing the back of his head and started picking up the rest of the clothes that he dropped, "Hey, I just needed comfy clothes for my nest, excuse me for thinking they looked comfy." He muttered standing back up with his arms full again, "I'm making my nest that's what's this about a nest."
“Yes, they are comfy, that’s why I put them on my backside you plonker,” she said, lifting one of her own wooly jumpers and setting it in his arms. “So you’re making a nest? You’re nesting? Oh sweet Mary mother of God.. I’m going to end up having no clothes.”
"Whoa! Underwear? I have no idea what you're talking about." He said dropping some of the clothes as she leaped at him. "Now look at what you did! I'm tryna make a nest don't mess with production!"
Clara bent down, snatching a pair of boxer style pants and clutching them to her chest. “Mine,” she said protectively, before slapping him upside the head with them. “That’ll teach you, cheeky bugger. What’s this about a nest?”
*walks by with a hand full of clothes* Hey uh, I'm just gonna take these and add them to my nest, okay? Okay. Glad we had this chat.
“Gabe! I can see my underwear in there! Gimmie ‘em back!” Clara shouted indignantly, leaping for the archangel.
