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Who: reddenedrage & bedsidemanners
When: After this.
Where: Somewhere between the Outlander Apartments and the Clinic.
Format: Prose.
What: Two angels meet on the basis of sparring.... Which is possible, if one doesn't get distracted.
Warnings: Mainly language. Plausible violence.
Five minutes were up. And that meant that Michael's patience was up, regardless of the time. Despite that skirmish with that bitch, the thought of being able to spar with Raphael was enough to perk Michael's spirits... Even though he looked somewhat like an S&M hobo, with his clothes a bit more tattered after fighting Benten. A mess of cuts and bruises were revealed on the skin shown, but the small angel didn't seem to notice. He'd have to fix the clothes at some point, shouldn't be that hard if he tried, but hell if that wasn't something boring to look forward to.
He sighed, shoving a hand through the mess of his hair, glancing impatiently down the road. 'Least he knew Raphael was close. He could still sense as much with that. And that'd give him something to do that wasn't trading insults with sluts or dealing with an egomaniac poof that led a certain division. Hell, maybe he should just take that kid's advice and go to the ruins. Wasn't like there was much to do here, at this rate.
When: After this.
Where: Somewhere between the Outlander Apartments and the Clinic.
Format: Prose.
What: Two angels meet on the basis of sparring.... Which is possible, if one doesn't get distracted.
Warnings: Mainly language. Plausible violence.
Five minutes were up. And that meant that Michael's patience was up, regardless of the time. Despite that skirmish with that bitch, the thought of being able to spar with Raphael was enough to perk Michael's spirits... Even though he looked somewhat like an S&M hobo, with his clothes a bit more tattered after fighting Benten. A mess of cuts and bruises were revealed on the skin shown, but the small angel didn't seem to notice. He'd have to fix the clothes at some point, shouldn't be that hard if he tried, but hell if that wasn't something boring to look forward to.
He sighed, shoving a hand through the mess of his hair, glancing impatiently down the road. 'Least he knew Raphael was close. He could still sense as much with that. And that'd give him something to do that wasn't trading insults with sluts or dealing with an egomaniac poof that led a certain division. Hell, maybe he should just take that kid's advice and go to the ruins. Wasn't like there was much to do here, at this rate.