Ripley got us a kitten. (He's my guardian now, did you hear? I think we might be the only guardian-ward pair in Chicago who hasn't gotten in trouble, other than that fear gas the other day.)
I'm doing well. Really well, actually. Ariel's going to set me up with a job in the hotel, and I have a place to stay. Once I have ID, I want to work on getting a little bookshop to run. I miss my shop.
I have to say, though, that I miss... well, how it used to be. Before people were falling through left and right, and it was just me and Martha and Brando and a handful of other wanderers and angels. We were a family, then. We're not so much anymore. Too spread out and too many and... I don't know, I'm just babbling at this point.
Nice. Almost thought you were talking about me for a second. I get confused when people mention kittens.
Sorry to hear you were around for the fear gas. Lucky enough to avoid it myself.
Sounds like a plan. The whole bookshop deal. If you need any help with it, I mean, always glad to help a member of the family.
...yeah, I miss it, too. A whole lot. Everything changes though, yeah? Eventually. Just wish it'd change for the better, stead of throwin' me back where I started 'fore this whole mess began.
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I'm alive. Just... laying low. Murderous First Angel on my tail. Funny story. And dealing with the universe trying to explode all over Chicago.
How are things with you? Haven't spoken in a while.
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Good to hear from you. Can't blame you for laying low. Hopefully, it won't have to be like that for much longer, but...
Tell me about it. People just want to get laid when they think the end of the world's comin'. Least the people I ran into.
Thing's are okay. Different. But... nothin' ever stays the same.
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I think I met you, once or twice. How are you?
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Yeah, think I have. Either way, 's good to hear from you.
I'm alright. How bout yourself?
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I'm doing well. Really well, actually. Ariel's going to set me up with a job in the hotel, and I have a place to stay. Once I have ID, I want to work on getting a little bookshop to run. I miss my shop.
I have to say, though, that I miss... well, how it used to be. Before people were falling through left and right, and it was just me and Martha and Brando and a handful of other wanderers and angels. We were a family, then. We're not so much anymore. Too spread out and too many and... I don't know, I'm just babbling at this point.
We should have coffee. :)
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Sorry to hear you were around for the fear gas. Lucky enough to avoid it myself.
Sounds like a plan. The whole bookshop deal. If you need any help with it, I mean, always glad to help a member of the family.
...yeah, I miss it, too. A whole lot. Everything changes though, yeah? Eventually. Just wish it'd change for the better, stead of throwin' me back where I started 'fore this whole mess began.
We should. :)
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