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[its_a_robe]

*Poof.*On top of the bar, there's a tiny puff of white...smoke? mist? When it dissipates, there's a six-inch-high angel standing there, frantically dusting off his robe

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[waylostandfound]

What.

The.

Hell. (Heaven)

Is.

THAT?

Was what was running through the Congressional candidate's head as he eyed the ting winged being uneasily.

[its_a_robe]

The mun shrieks with glee. (Possibly loudly and high-pitched enough to frighten some species of dolphin.)

Sam, on the other hand, has a hand pressed to his mouth and is still looking around with obvious worry.

As soon as he spots the guy staring at him, he immediately assumes a much more regal demeanor and clears his throat.

"Hello," he says with a beatific smile.

[waylostandfound]

(ooc: *waves*)

Nathan was still eyeing the being with this 'You got to be kidding me..."

"Uh, hi. How's it going?"

[its_a_robe]

"Quite well, thank you." Serenely, as he flutters his wings. "And you?"

[waylostandfound]

Still weird look on his face.

"...Fine."

[its_a_robe]

"Good, good. So! Your night's -- "

He pauses.

"Hang on a second."

*Poof*, *poof*.

"There we go," he declares from Nathan's right shoulder. "Much better. So you're night's going well, er....What's your name?"

[waylostandfound]

Nathan nearly jumped at the poofing, and suddenly having.... Well having an angel on the shoulder.

"Nathan Petrelli. Guessing you're supposed to be some angel or something?"

[its_a_robe]

"Yes! Exactly. My name's Sam," he adds.

(And he pointedly does not sneak a look at Nathan's left shoulder. Not at all.)

"It's very nice to meet you, Nathan."

[waylostandfound]

Well, he just had to have the complete set. (After he tends to play down the middle at times. Leaning right politics wise, while leaning left in morality at times.)

"Riiight, of course. Same here," Nathan uneasily replied.
I think. Whole place is filled with nuts and kooks.

And yet again, so, so grateful media from his world didn't have access here.

[its_a_robe]

Hmm. Do people normally look that uneasy when they see somebody like Sam?

He doesn't think so.

"Soooo," he says again, conversationally, as he leans on Nathan's ear. "What kind of stuff have you been getting up to lately?"

[waylostandfound]

No, but wings mean flying. And flying still twinges in his head a bit funny. And well, come on, he's lied to his brother, and others. Among other things. The guy's certainly no innocent.

Nathan turned his head to stare at Sam, "What are you talking about?"

[its_a_robe]

The turning throws Sam off-balance as he loses his support, and there's a second of wild pinwheeling by both his wings and arms to make sure he stays on Nathan's shoulder.

"You know," he says. "Stuff! Things, activities, other...things."

[waylostandfound]

Did Nathan chuckle at the wild pinwheeling despite himself? His campaign manager would advise no comment.

But yeah. He did.

"Running for office. Is that what you mean?" As in yeah, politics, and law. Probably already seeing a red flag here from the angel's POV, or possible one.

[its_a_robe]

Oh, you'd better believe it. A politician?

Sam's eyes narrow.

"Yeeeeeeah," he says. There's an expectant silence. He sneaks another furtive glance at Nathan's (resolutely empty) left shoulder.

Nothing happens.

When nothing continues to happen, he jumps, like an actor who's just missed their cue, and hastily continues, "And you're enjoying that, are you?"

[waylostandfound]

Nathan idly commented, "Mostly, yeah." When things are going well. Which hasn't been that often of late for various reasons.

"Why, you not into politics?" He asked casually.

[its_a_robe]

"Not really."

He sniffs delicately.

"All that lying and corruption. You haven't fallen for that yet, have you?"