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[-watching children play in the park-]

[Because he just can't stay away.]

Then do not "run your mouth", Gabriel.

[Said with a fond smile, however.]

[NOPE.

Michael, who d'you think you're talking to here? If I kept my mouth shut, I wouldn't be me. And that's a travesty.

[HEY, HE HAS A POINT. HE WAS GOD'S MOUTHPIECE FOR A LONG TIME. He just... Turned it into something of an artform. An artform of OBNOXIOUS.]

Perhaps. But then perhaps you would not have lost your faith, either.

[Gabriel's expression goes somber, although he covers it up with a scoff.]

Hey. Faith lost me. There's a difference.

Now you sound like them.

[A gentle gesture towards the humans across the park.]

[Gabriel snorts.]

Well, I've been around 'em long enough. Can't say I didn't go native somewhere along the line.

It is not to me you must justify yourself, brother.

I'd put a post-it note on the fridge for Dad, but I'm pretty sure he'd never get it.

[Just....ICON FOREVER.]

[It's not an official thread with Gabe and Michael until that icon or the facepalm one gets busted out.]

Sooo. Morrigan's acting like she just got asked to the prom by the quarterback.

[Right? It's almost predictable, too.]

Had words with the petulant demoness, have you?

Several. Most of them strongly worded. I think I bring out the worst in people.

Oh...the irony.

Eh. Mostly it was sarcasm.

Then I trust you enjoyed yourself, yes?

What? Having a pissing contest with an overcompensating demon? At the risk of sounding like I'm making a bad joke here,hells yeah. Consider it my contribution to the war effort.

And what, pray tell, was the over exuberant little goddess spouting now?

I dunno. Something about Sammael and... Porn.

[A snort.]

Unsurprising. I see she's still bent on her desire to eliminate our wayward brother.

She's not too keen on the fact that you're still breathing either.

Yes, I am well aware of her animosity. She is more than welcome to face me any time she wishes. However, her strong sense of self-preservation prevents such drastic measures.

And yet, she keeps chomping at the bit, so excuse me if I think the goddess of chaos might pull something underhanded and sneaky out of her ass.

I doubt it not. Her association with Sammael grows despite her scheming, which is a bit concerning.

[Long, long pause.

And then, sarcastically.]

Geez. Calm down, Michael. I think you're starting to get worked up.

What, you wish me to throw my hands and scream to the heavens?

Seriously, Gabriel.