I don't want your tired religion... [Locked to Tay]

[asoultosave]

Bianca's currently perched on a table in the cafeteria, a few boxes of pizza (provided by God only knows who- hey, the hard-working doctors and angels need sustenance too, so it's appreciated) sitting beside her.

This has definitely been one of the craziest weeks she's ever experienced and for a moment she almost regrets leaving New York and

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[archangelet]

Tay, of course, being constantly starving since her wings came in, has been trying to get to the cafeteria for a few hours. But she is tired. And petrified of facing... pretty much anybody, honestly.

But food is necessary, all things told, so she's braved the (very few) people who are up and about downstairs (mostly angels) to get some food. Her wings are in, amazingly, despite the fact that she thought she'd be keeping them out to show them off and be able to show that yes, she is an angel now.

She's not so proud of that anymore.

She slips into the cafeteria and spots Bianca immediately, with her pizza boxes. She sort of vaguely half-smiles and waves awkwardly, and shuffles over in her pajama pants and tank top.

"Um. Hey."

[asoultosave]

"Hey, yourself," Bianca smiles sympathetically, putting a cap on her flask and sticking it back into her purse. She picks up the pizza box on the top of the pile and slides it closer to her.

"I won't tell anyone if you eat the whole box. When I got my wings, I could have eaten a horse."

Or two or three gallons of ice cream in utter shame (before she went into apathy mode about the whole ordeal), but we won't mention that.

[archangelet]

Oh, Tay's already eaten a couple gallons at least. She's got contacts down here.

Or, y'know, Vincent's felt bad for her and when she asked for ice cream, he went a little overboard.

"Y'know, I honestly don't care if anyone knows I ate the whole thing. It's the least embarrassing thing about my life right now," she declares, and starts in on the first slice.

[asoultosave]

"Ladylike dignity is for other people anyway," Bianca smiles and takes a slice for herself.

She chews thoughtfully for a moment and then adds, somewhat coolly, "I guess telling you that it gets better is pretty pointless at this point, huh? If you're anything like me at your age- and believe me, it's like lookin' in a fucking mirror- then you're gonna want to wallow until you're good and ready to accept this, and I'm perfectly content to let you do that in any way you see fit, provided it doesn't end in some really horrific crash and burn scenario. I like you, kiddo. I wouldn't want this to destroy you."

Oh Bianca... You are the weirdest maternal figure ever. Never have children. Ever.