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[a_tricky_one]

WHO: Gabriel and Open
WHAT: A depowered Archangel moping and stuffing his face
WHEN: Day 45, dinnertime
WHERE: Boarding House Dining Room
NOTES: Open post, thread-jacking is fine and welcome.

Okay, so he wasn't doing as well with this place as he pretended to most everyone he'd run across so far. It sucked. He didn't have his powers, and he had to eat

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[youdaman]

"I'm pretty sure it's already dead," Max said while sitting adjacent to him. The table wasn't exactly empty and whether the guy knew it or not he'd taken a seat beside her.

[a_tricky_one]

Oh, crap. He had company. Time to throw back on the facade. Gabriel turned to the voice-- apparently, there had been a woman sitting next to him, who knew?

He gave her a overly big grin, "Well, one can never be too careful about these sorts of things. Especially in this place."

[youdaman]

Max rolled her eyes so hard into her head that she could practically hear it and then just to validate that took a bite of her own pork.

"Yeah, death by dining. Real creative."

[a_tricky_one]

"Well, you never know. I'm sure they could make it creative, if they tried." he chuckled, then cut off a piece of his own pork, and shoved it in his mouth.