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[reddenedrage]

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.

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[bedsidemanners]

Raphael was more than close, if he'd look above him. He didn't fly too much normally, not here, it just made him feel claustrophobic-- even after months in Anatole he wasn't accustomed to the space constraints, compared to a whole world to fly in. Besides, it posed too many questions.

But it was quicker. It was only seconds before Raphael landed, a few feet from Michael. Stepping towards him with a small grin, at first, one that quickly evaporated into concern when he saw the state of his clothes and the bruises and cuts. He reached over and touched his shoulder.

"Hey. What happened to you?"

[reddenedrage]

He'd only seen the other once before since Michael had arrived, and only for a short time. The grin that appeared on Raphael's face caused a cocky one to appear on Michael's own--but that faded quickly, and the concern that came instead only gave confusion. What happened? What did--

Oh, right. That. Michael sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. "Man, there was some bitch who wouldn't just shut her fricking mouth. Turns out the skank could actually fight in those heels." And that she sported six golden wings. Yeah. That still grated.

[bedsidemanners]

This, of course, only led to Raphael abruptly perking up, if only a bit.

"What was her name? I'm sure I'd have remembered a girl like that." Especially if she'd managed to do any sort of damage to Michael. That was impressive enough by itself, and Raphael didn't so much as bother asking who won, as assured as he was of Michael's superiority. "I'd better get you healed up first, it's unfair otherwise."

[reddenedrage]

Michael only looked blankly at Raphael for a moment. She had a name, didn't she? She must have said it at least once, right?... "Aw, hell, I don't know," he gave in annoyance, looking away. "Flat chest, long hair, big heels. Got a thing for using ice." And that memory came with more annoyance. If he had lost, the fire elemental would be brimming with more anger and hunting the skank down again. As things were... Fuck. At least the both of them had left in shambles. Just 'cause she had left first didn't mean things were done at all. Not by a fucking long shot.

The offer came half a blow to his pride, half appreciative. In the end, he only answered as he could. "If you're sure you don't want the handicap," he replied with a grin. "You might need it in the end."