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"...Sure."

2015-10-26 04:05:57

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"No angel is completely perfect, it would be cruel to do that because it would deprive them of any personality. But the ones that are at least a lot more competent, they're charged with people who need a closer eye on their morality."

2015-10-26 04:08:47

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"Look, God, Sarandiel, whatever. I really. Don't. Care. If I'm good? Bad? Doesn't matter. I don't need someone to tell me who I am. Now. Just. /Get out./"

2015-10-26 04:10:09

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They gave her a big-eyed look. "I just want to be friends. I'll stop talking about this, then, but hey? I gave you Seculus."

2015-10-26 04:12:45

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"And you gave me-"

A man strolled past the shop, a woman in each arm as he chewed jump and idly chatted with them. He stopped and turned before taking a look in the shop window. A grin spread across his face. He excused himself before he casually made his way inside. "Heyyyyy, Sarandiel! Long time, no see. It's been a while."

2015-10-26 04:15:36

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They rocked back on the counter and sighed. "Ooooof course you're here. Because what could possibly make this conversation more painful aside from a kick in the head. Yes, it's been a while for a /reason/."

2015-10-26 04:17:10

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He chuckled. "Awww, I knew you missed me sweetheart. Oh! There's precious little Ivory."

She frowned. "/Fuck you./"

"Is that an offer, babe?"

2015-10-26 04:18:37

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"Not this again, you're, what, the third person who's tried that line on her? Cut it out. Also, call me that again and I'm turning you into a barstool. Satan wouldn't miss you."

2015-10-26 04:19:56

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"Satan is out playing Miss Man and taking their little drag show on the road. I don't think you want to dampen their mood."

2015-10-26 04:21:06

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"I wouldn't have anything against the concept."

2015-10-26 04:21:23

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"Of course you wouldn't. None of us would. Speaking of which. Any of your underlings out? I wanna fuck with them." He took out a nail file and began to file his neatly manicured nails.

2015-10-26 04:22:49

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"I wouldn't tell you if they were. You have a nail file. /A nail file/."

2015-10-26 04:23:16

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"Whhhaaaaat? I like them neat."

2015-10-26 04:24:09

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"And harassing people messes them up, does it?"

2015-10-26 04:25:03

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"No? Why would it? I love people. They're so fun and exciting. I'm just, better, that's all!"

2015-10-26 04:25:48

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"Okay, that's it, get out."

2015-10-26 04:26:09

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He frowned. "You're not my /real/ boss!"

2015-10-26 04:27:31

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"I'm your step-boss and you're grounded. Out."

2015-10-26 04:28:06

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"Hmph! Fine. I'll be back though. Bye Ivory!" He waved before he exited the shop.

2015-10-26 04:28:47

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"...huh, usually he's a lot more stubborn than that. Good."

2015-10-26 04:29:21

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"You say this as if I don't already know."

2015-10-26 04:34:24

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"I'm only commenting. I hope he doesn't cause too much trouble."

2015-10-26 04:35:20

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"Isn't it his job to?"

2015-10-26 04:36:03

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".........." They jumped down off the counter. "I need to find him before he becomes a paid homewrecker. I'd say sorry for leaving so soon, but I get the feeling you /really/ don't mind." Leaving a few roses next to her, they ran out the door after Haybien.

2015-10-26 04:37:59

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Haybien made his way down the street after he left the shop. God was there? Fine. He'd go somewhere where God would never know he went. At least cause mayhem without them knowing. They did need some nail polish for their lovely co-worker anyway. He made his way to Walgreen's, with a stride confidence and poise. Was he the tightest thing ever? Yes. Yes he was.

2015-10-26 04:42:36