What in the name of all that was holy and good was going onTolten couldn't begin to imagine what a 'red alert' in this place consisted of, but his instincts kicked in and he leapt to his feet with a frightened expression. He was suddenly very glad he'd eaten his weak dinner, and the greyness that swam behind his eyes didn't drag him back down to
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Funny enough, angels had man-like needs, or at least man-shaped-needs. Or things pretending to be man-shaped which just happened to have man-needs.
The point was: boner.
The answer was: a pocket universe, twins nice enough to give Hugh Hefner a raised flag, and a hell of a lot of cake. That. Might have also be the twins. Let it never be said that archangels didn’t know how to recycle.
Of course Gabriel knew what was happened. For one, he wasn’t a moron. For two, when wings were unchained, it was like an unveiling. Boom. You’re holy again, go out and have fun with the neighbors, kids. Or at least temporarily relieve yourself of sexual frustration once you have the chance. Hey, no lives were on the line right now. Could you blame him? And the closet was just made for a nice little pocket universe. Once that whole pink reinforcement thing had swept through the institute, Gabriel did his thing ( ... )
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