Random Tidbit; Chit chat
By this time I was not in the mood to be anything close to friendly, polite, or even remotely civil. Spending a day alone with Gabriel had been trying enough. Spending a day with Gabriel and Micheal had passed the line between trying and just plain fucking intolerable. I am not a person who could ever be called patient, not even in sarcasm, and these two pains in my ass were about to feel what it meant to have a daemon's wrath.
Okay, so maybe not real wrath. But when I tried, when I really, truly tried, I could be annoying. Very, very, very annoying.
They followed me into my hotel room, like I'd expected them too. I mean, I guess I could kind of understand Hank's orders, because Franky certainly would have done the same thing himself if the situation had been reversed. What ruler would let the enemy go unharassed if the enemy's failure meant you got to be what equated to King of the World? So Gabriel and Micheal had to follow me. Fair enough. Didn't mean I had to make it easy for them.
"I'm going to bed. That means you two things can go back to the hen house now and roost down for the night. Get the hell out of my room." Gabriel grinned at my jab, not really because he found it funny but because it amused him when I was bitchy. I was busy sneering back at him when the springs on the mattress creaked, and I glanced over my shoulder to find Micheal sitting on the edge of my bed, glaring daggers at me. Geez, someone sure was pissy.
He scowled. "We have orders from Him not to let you out of sights. And that means we will not be leaving."
"What part of 'Get the flying fuck out of my goddamn bedroom' don't you understand, Miche? Besides, I'm sure your jazzercized little cheerleader of a fiancee wouldn't like you spending the night with me. You know, that nasty daemon scandal that no one is allowed to talk about, hmmm?"
Okay, so maybe not real wrath. But when I tried, when I really, truly tried, I could be annoying. Very, very, very annoying.
They followed me into my hotel room, like I'd expected them too. I mean, I guess I could kind of understand Hank's orders, because Franky certainly would have done the same thing himself if the situation had been reversed. What ruler would let the enemy go unharassed if the enemy's failure meant you got to be what equated to King of the World? So Gabriel and Micheal had to follow me. Fair enough. Didn't mean I had to make it easy for them.
"I'm going to bed. That means you two things can go back to the hen house now and roost down for the night. Get the hell out of my room." Gabriel grinned at my jab, not really because he found it funny but because it amused him when I was bitchy. I was busy sneering back at him when the springs on the mattress creaked, and I glanced over my shoulder to find Micheal sitting on the edge of my bed, glaring daggers at me. Geez, someone sure was pissy.
He scowled. "We have orders from Him not to let you out of sights. And that means we will not be leaving."
"What part of 'Get the flying fuck out of my goddamn bedroom' don't you understand, Miche? Besides, I'm sure your jazzercized little cheerleader of a fiancee wouldn't like you spending the night with me. You know, that nasty daemon scandal that no one is allowed to talk about, hmmm?"