It was a quiet day in Heaven. Of course, now that the apocalypse had been averted and no new plans were forthcoming, every day was a quiet day
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In heaven, of course Gabriel was not crab shaped...he wasn't really shaped at all, at least not unless eyes were upon him, so for the point of this exercise, we'll just say he looks like a crab.
"Look at him. Were it not one of the Seven deadlies, I'd almost accuse myself of envy. Honestly, what is it about sushi??"
Maybe, Gabriel was feeling a bit of kinmanship to his seafoodish form.
Metatron sniffed. He wasn't as much of a sushi fan as Gabriel, but that might have had something to do with the fact that he'd never had sushi. Beams of light have no mouths, you know. Not that Metatron was a beam of light in Heaven. But then again, Heaven had no sushi restaurants.
"Isn't Lust supposed to be one of the Seven Deadlies? he asked, his voice just a bit on the prim side. "Really, I'm starting to think he's getting a bit sidetracked. And they both take things far too seriously. Did you see that whole fuss in the gardens the other day? All that fretting over the Plan and the Tree and the purpose of mortals."
Gabriel cocked his head and then gave it a shake and turned his attention to something that needed his attention. Well, actually it was just a minor flood, nothing more than a group of chiuahuas being forced to swim about but the owner of the chiuahuas really was praying up a storm, so Gabriel felt he should do something.
"I think the jury is out these days on the idea of Lust. I mean, really it's sort of a hard one to enforce, you know. Especially given the procreation argument. I mean it's good for a nice self flagellation now and again but in the day to day..."
Gabriel shrugged and then after some thought he sent an upended Weber grill past the chiuahuas. As the little dogs clambered aboard the grill, Gabriel grinned at Metatron.
"Look, I made hot dogs."
Yeah...things were pretty dull.
"They were starting to pontificate a bit, I agree. But Aziraphale's always had that bit of quirk to him when he gets to dithering about mortals and Earth."
Metatron eyed the other angel with an expression that suggested he had been putting up with Gabriel's sense of humor for a very long time.
"OH, DOESN'T HE THOUGH? He snorted. "IT'S TIRESOME, REALLY. YOU'D THINK HE'D BEEN ELECTED THE GUARDIAN OF THE WORLD'S PIETY OR SOME SUCH THING. GOING ON AND ON ABOUT HOW SAD THE WORLD IS, HOW NO ONE HAS FAITH IN THEMSELVES ANYMORE, HOW VITAL THE STRUGGLE IS TO THE GREATER GOOD OF MANKIND'S SENSE OF SELF-WORTH OR WHATEVER KICK IT IS HE'S ON THESE DAYS."
A sudden excursion down to have a word with a nun who was beginning to get her religious visions confused with her daydreams briefly interrupted the discussion.
"HONESTLY, WHY IS IT THAT PEOPLE KEEP THINKING THEY SEE THE VIRGIN'S FACE IN FOODSTUFFS? WHAT SORT OF A MIRACLE HAPPENS ON A PIECE OF TOAST? ANYWAY, AS I WAS SAYING...HE'S GETTING TO BE ALMOST TOO POMPOUS TO BEAR."
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"Look at him. Were it not one of the Seven deadlies, I'd almost accuse myself of envy. Honestly, what is it about sushi??"
Maybe, Gabriel was feeling a bit of kinmanship to his seafoodish form.
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"Isn't Lust supposed to be one of the Seven Deadlies? he asked, his voice just a bit on the prim side. "Really, I'm starting to think he's getting a bit sidetracked. And they both take things far too seriously. Did you see that whole fuss in the gardens the other day? All that fretting over the Plan and the Tree and the purpose of mortals."
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"I think the jury is out these days on the idea of Lust. I mean, really it's sort of a hard one to enforce, you know. Especially given the procreation argument. I mean it's good for a nice self flagellation now and again but in the day to day..."
Gabriel shrugged and then after some thought he sent an upended Weber grill past the chiuahuas. As the little dogs clambered aboard the grill, Gabriel grinned at Metatron.
"Look, I made hot dogs."
Yeah...things were pretty dull.
"They were starting to pontificate a bit, I agree. But Aziraphale's always had that bit of quirk to him when he gets to dithering about mortals and Earth."
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"OH, DOESN'T HE THOUGH? He snorted. "IT'S TIRESOME, REALLY. YOU'D THINK HE'D BEEN ELECTED THE GUARDIAN OF THE WORLD'S PIETY OR SOME SUCH THING. GOING ON AND ON ABOUT HOW SAD THE WORLD IS, HOW NO ONE HAS FAITH IN THEMSELVES ANYMORE, HOW VITAL THE STRUGGLE IS TO THE GREATER GOOD OF MANKIND'S SENSE OF SELF-WORTH OR WHATEVER KICK IT IS HE'S ON THESE DAYS."
A sudden excursion down to have a word with a nun who was beginning to get her religious visions confused with her daydreams briefly interrupted the discussion.
"HONESTLY, WHY IS IT THAT PEOPLE KEEP THINKING THEY SEE THE VIRGIN'S FACE IN FOODSTUFFS? WHAT SORT OF A MIRACLE HAPPENS ON A PIECE OF TOAST? ANYWAY, AS I WAS SAYING...HE'S GETTING TO BE ALMOST TOO POMPOUS TO BEAR."
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