Sep 28, 2010 23:59
[Private to her incestuous breach pseudofamily, in a voice that says SHE'D BE FINE WITH NOT.]
Are we going to... Talk about all that or what.
[Annnd Private to Gabriel.]
Please tell me your wings don't look like that.
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[A faint grumble.] I know it's ridiculous.
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So. [Cough.]
Me. And you. And... and, uh, Cissie...
[AWKWARD TRAILING OFF.]
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I'm starting to think there's an unseen force trying to make us feel awkward.
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That whole dustbowl harlot look, though? Really good on you. I'm impressed.
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Uh huh. You all right? Please don't make me take a bat to your emotions to get the truth out of you.
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My neck's a little sore from that collar. Whoever says those things are kinky has never worn one. [...Oh, was that deflection?] I'm fine. I think I got off better than most people.
[Oh sure. Everyone else got to be religious zealots and carnival folk. He got to be stuck in a cage with giant frickin' wings, but no. He's okay.]
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[She sighs.] Gabriel.
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Don't even start, child.
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So what was that you said you were going to do? Keep Cissie out of trouble?
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