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New and improved angel, now 100% less blood-spattered, no matter what the icon shows!

Oct 26, 2007 11:14

First there is the business of seating himself. Bartleby clearly doesn't spend a lot of time with his wings out or he wouldn't try to sit on a couch. Or a chair. Or anything with, you know, a back. Finally he settles (wobbly, but settled!) on a stool ( Read more... )

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pocket_pal October 26 2007, 17:37:28 UTC

"You tell me yours 'n' I'll tell you mine." Heh heh. "Hi."

fuckwisconsin October 26 2007, 19:46:27 UTC

"Oh, you." Snort. "You'd be bored. You don't even know. We're so, so... I don't know how to say it. Compared to you guys. Compared to you. It's like, hot dogs and, ... cigar smoke. Except completely not. Fuck it."

He resettles on the stool, ruffled from trying to explain. "Don't you have your own priest to confess to?"

Absolutely straight face.

pocket_pal October 27 2007, 01:03:28 UTC

Well, colour him tickled pink. He hadn't expected to get that much of a reaction.

"Nahhh, parted ways some time ago. Fella up 'n' disappeared, actually." Whatever happened, he doesn't seem terribly bothered by it. "This a usual part'a the divine daily routine, or're you just killin' time?"

fuckwisconsin October 27 2007, 01:18:32 UTC

"This, daily? I'm not that holy." Bartleby's amiable tone remains though the way he's looking at T distinctly sharpens. Not unpleasantly so, but it's a different kind of paying attention. "Really. Cameron didn't seem like the type."

pocket_pal October 27 2007, 01:26:39 UTC

Ol' Teddy appears oblivious to this change. "Didn't seem it, no, but I ain't convinced either way." He shrugs. "Said he was sellin' his place-I didn' ask where he was goin'."

fuckwisconsin October 27 2007, 01:44:00 UTC

Bartleby nods absently, once, twice, and sits back a little on the stool. "You never do, right?"

It's not particularly anything: not disappointed, not resigned. He slouches forward, forearms braced against each knee, and the wings come with him -- hunched tight and silent, but still there.

"And you know I don't do cross-examination, right? Just confession. I'm not gonna hunt this down, I'm not gonna keep prodding you for info. You can tell me, you can treat me like a cop, or whatever. It's fine. That's not my job. Sure, there was a time when I would've looked at you and written down every damn last thing you ever did, thought or dreamed about doing wrong, but... heh, I mean, what is this, CSI: Multiverse? I mean, I already know."

pocket_pal October 27 2007, 02:06:53 UTC

"Say what?"

This particular pause stretches for a tiny, awkward eternity.

"...Oh, you think- naahh." Like this is the most casual topic in the world, like he gets that all the time, Bagwell makes a dismissive swipe with his hand. Chuckling, even. Oh, you! "That chicken flew the coop, for real an' for true. Baked me a little ol' farewell pie 'n' everything."

fuckwisconsin October 27 2007, 08:54:10 UTC

"Well, that's sweet, but I was talking about a little more than yesterday's menu, you know?" Bartleby manages to (despite his posture) steeple his fingers mock-thoughtfully. "I'm talking about everything, Theodore. For confession. That's why you're here, right? I can even tell you a little personal sin if you really want, to get us started. I'm at home with sharing."

He smiles affably and repeats, "No pressure."

pocket_pal October 27 2007, 22:05:01 UTC

"Aw, don't jump to conclusions, now... I only stopped by ta say hi. You wanna get somethin' off your chest, though, you go right ahead. I'm aaall ears."

Today is Pain In The Ass Day in Bagwell County, apparently.

fuckwisconsin October 28 2007, 03:09:57 UTC

"I can't quite say as that fits the bill, no. So you take care, Theodore. You know how the world is. Ups and downs." He blinks sleepily at T and resumes slouching.

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