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[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

Everything's so dark and dirty here.

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[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Where, Danielle?

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

The flat. The grime and grit seems to seep out of the cracks, and you can't clean because it's suspicious.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

*frowns*

This is probably a really stupid question to ask, but suspicious? Really?

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

No, it's not stupid at all! I asked the same thing when Uriel said my apartment was too clean.

Everything in Purgatory but the soup kitchen and the clinic is a total disaster area. So if you're too clean, you raise eyebrows and draw attention to yourself.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Ah, right.

Second stupid question: you wouldn't happen to be the girl that hit Gabriel, would you?

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

Not something I want to do.

...He so deserved it. And I didn't hit him hard.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I'm sure he probably did. He does seem a bit... stand-offish for an angel.

And definitely the type that'd stick his foot in his mouth.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

You have no idea. The first time we met? He stabbed Uriel in the gut to force him to "reveal himself".

He's still getting used to things. Unfortunately, there's not a lot of room for him to screw up here.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Talk about a lack of subtlety.

Yeah, sounds like he's struggling just a bit.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

He'll be fine as soon as he learns how to at least pretend he's normal.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

I don't think they reall do normal, to be honest.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

I only know two, and I blame Uriel's lack of normality on the absinthe.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Well, that's certainly a valid enough excuse. Maybe it is just him, then.

He's too tightly wound.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

Absinthe is a wonderful thing.

He'll come off his high-horse as soon as he realizes just how mortal he is.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know. At one point I was... shall we say, intimately acquainted with it?

Though a good kick in the shin may help him along the way.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

Sugar or no?

We can't be too physically abusive. He'll get enough of that from the Fallen.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Both. Though using sugar only came much later as I recall.

True. True.

Still, one can dream can't they?

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

We've got sugar for special occasions. It's...wow.

Oh, I intend to. he has the cutest puppy-eyes, though.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

... okay.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

It was justification for kicking him.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Ooh.

You're one tough nut, Danielle Steele. One tough nut indeed.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

Is it wrong that I get a kick out of teasing angels?

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Probably.

But then, who am I to judge?

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

Jehanne d'Arc, of course.

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

*snorts*

Of course.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

How are you?

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm fine. One of my ex's dropped by recently -- wonderful guy, as mad as a bag of frogs -- and we've been catching up.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

Don't you just love ex-boyfriends? ESPECIALLY when they want to just pick back up like nothing ever happened?

[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, Gilles would never do anything so pedestrian.

No, he just wants to cut my head off.

[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

...Whoa, wait, what?

*wide eyed, laughs some like she thinks it was a joke*

...That's some anger-management issues that need to be checked up on.

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[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

*rubs her eyes*

Yeah, well, while he's many things stable probably isn't one of them.

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[godisherjudge.livejournal.com]

Clearly? Are you okay? Well...I mean, obviously you're not missing your head, but otherwise.

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[martyred-soul.livejournal.com]

Oh no, I'm fine. After five hundred years you get used to it. For the most part, anyway.

I'm just pissed off because it means that I'll have to move. Again.