"Bacon." Patrick started, "And waffles. This place sells waffles, of course, right? Bacon, waffles, toast- coffee. God. Coffee. Milk- chocolate and... butter. So much butter." It was weird, he had to admit hearing his own voice, his voice say his words again, his phrases and not Zachariah's. For so long he thought of that voice as the Angel's, and now it almost felt wrong for him to use it. He didn't fear Rube killing him, hell it would be a bit of an improvement, and when you long for death- what else is there to fear
( ... )
Point of order, Mr. Meat Suit...Rube doesn't kill people...he just sort of takes souls and even then he has to have a Post-It. Even though, he's been tempted to do so without one- like with this poor slob. Still, and cautiously, Rube nods to Kiffany to take the order. He'll cover it, if only because he isn't sure what sort of game Zach is playing and he's not inclined to test the Angel.
Wait.
...there's no Angel.
"My kind?" Rube repeats caring not a minute for the fact he sounds offended. He really isn't. Much. "I'm human."
And then, because he has to know. "Where's the dick?"
If all he needs it a bit of office supplies, Patrick will hook that man up. Does he have a preference? Color? Yellow might be standard but who knows! He might be a pink guy. Whatever it is, he'll be there.
At Rube's defense of humanity, Patrick had to actually laugh. "No, you're not human- no one I've ever seen go toe-to-toe with him walks away as many times as you have with his lungs in-tact." Draining the second cup the waitress filled Patrick continued, already feeling the c affine hit him like a first hit wonder.
"He's... up north. If you know what I mean. He can't ride me there. Sure" He shrugged, "He can look like he does? And I guess he is what with how the Kansans reacted a few months back."
"He'll likely be back soon, what with my luck as it is."
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Wait.
...there's no Angel.
"My kind?" Rube repeats caring not a minute for the fact he sounds offended. He really isn't. Much. "I'm human."
And then, because he has to know. "Where's the dick?"
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At Rube's defense of humanity, Patrick had to actually laugh. "No, you're not human- no one I've ever seen go toe-to-toe with him walks away as many times as you have with his lungs in-tact." Draining the second cup the waitress filled Patrick continued, already feeling the c affine hit him like a first hit wonder.
"He's... up north. If you know what I mean. He can't ride me there. Sure" He shrugged, "He can look like he does? And I guess he is what with how the Kansans reacted a few months back."
"He'll likely be back soon, what with my luck as it is."
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