Who:
reddenedrage &
bedsidemannersWhen: 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.
(
Patience is relative when you're in fishnets. )
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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?"
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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.
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"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."
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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."
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