don't shoot. i'm the messenger.
[Azazel hates hospitals. They are dreadful places. Drab, colourless, miserable. In spite of this fact, he remains with Samael long into the evening, flipping through one Cosmopolitan magazine after the next until he recalls there's an archangel he needs to contact...
He is perfectly unaware that another Gregory Blackwell is at his salon, shaving the heads, if not dying them orange ("It's October, darling, of course it's in the vogue, you silly bird"), of his most loyal clients.]
[ filter; uriel ]
Samael is in the hospital, darling, and he wishes to speak to you.
He is perfectly unaware that another Gregory Blackwell is at his salon, shaving the heads, if not dying them orange ("It's October, darling, of course it's in the vogue, you silly bird"), of his most loyal clients.]
[ filter; uriel ]
Samael is in the hospital, darling, and he wishes to speak to you.