For An Angel

[angel_orli]

I rest on a cloud, glad to be back after a stressful week on Earth. With a snap of my fingers, I make a white wall appear before me, as well as some paints and a few brushes. Picking up one of the brushes, I dip it into some green, then dab a few strokes on the wall

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[messenger_angel]

*feels the sudden urge to put his battle hardened trusty cast iron skillet down*

[angel_orli]

*gives you a basket of paints and brushes*

Here, go paint something. It might help with your anger-management thing. *smiles*

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[messenger_angel]

*looks at the basket*

*looks back at you helplessly*

Canvas?

[wakeofthemoon]

*Walking past, I raise an eyebrow as I spot you standing there helplessly with a basket of paints*

Come on, you're a frickin' angel! You can make 22 banana split sundaes appear in front of you if you want to! Does everyone else have to do the work for you?

*doubtfully* Or you could always try painting on your frying pan...

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[messenger_angel]

But then you can't use my frying pan to cook us breakfast!

*frets*

*ends up making 50 new clouds appear*

[wakeofthemoon]

*I look at you guiltily* Aw, man. Come on, don't look so surly. I'll go get a nice new canvas for you. And I know Angel Irwin has a great new crocodile skin easel that you'll love. How about it?

And after that, I'll fry breakfast for us in my own pan. Croutons sound good, Marty?

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[messenger_angel]

*beams*

Yay!

That sounds wonderful!