[Locked] "And in the morning? I'M MAKING WAFFLES."

[painhumbles]

It should be noted that donkeys with the powers of angels are inherently creepy. They're especially creepy when they're breaking into other people's cabins. A day or two of being a donkey and Gabriel already wants his vessel back in its proper shape and it's not just because he misses having thumbs and a voice box- any longer and Castiel might get

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[w_for_wizard]

Harry's just been lurking around the cabin, waiting until he's absolutely certain Murphy's occupied elsewhere and isn't going to notice when he heads out into the woods.

The sounds coming from Murphy's room, though, are enough to get him to stop lurking and poke his head in to see what the hell. ...whatever he was expecting, it was definitely not a donkey. He just watches it for a second, because there are some things even he can't find an immediate response to.

After a moment, he clears his throat. Sorry to interrupt your foraging, Gabriel, but there's something Harry finds really suspicious about this whole situation. Several somethings.

[painhumbles]

Gabriel edges out from under the mattress with an annoyed snort, his sword clattering to the floor. Very subtly- in a way that's not subtle at all- he edges the sword behind him slightly. No thieving donkeys here, Harry. Really.

There is no way to properly communicate this situation in donkey-mime, because smartass is really hard to get across, so... He just sits there and stares for a moment, his expression full of What?

When staring until Harry is so unsettled that he has no further legitimate questions ceases to be amusing, Gabriel awkwardly picks up the sword in his teeth and attempts to leave with it. Because clearly there is nothing more they have to say to each other... Or not say.

Whatever.

[w_for_wizard]

Why Murphy has a sword under her bed, Harry doesn't know - and it's not even Fidelacchius, which would at least make some kind of sense - but he's pretty sure she wouldn't appreciate it being stolen by a tiny donkey. As Gabriel starts to head for the door, Harry steps forward, plucks the sword out of his teeth, and balances it on two rafters - well out of reach of small donkeys-that-probably-aren't.

He looks back down at the donkey. Pauses for a moment, trying to work out what you even say to random klepto livestock. "...you should probably go now."

[painhumbles]

...Okay, Wizard-Boy. You have forfeited your right to not get your ass handed to you by a tiny donkey.

Gabriel steps back, huffs indignantly, and then charges. ENJOY YOUR EXTREMELY FAST, EXTREMELY STRONG, SUPERPOWERED DONKEY TO THE... General leg area.

Look, Gabriel would aim for his stomach, but he can't reach that far. Shut up.