voice testing like the dickens, please be gentle. Dx

[outofperdition]

 And I thought some people had trouble holding their horses.

You'd better saddle up then, because I'm leaving if this goes south, got it?

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[outofperdition]

Unfinished business.

Who're you?

[tartanisstylish]

Aziraphale. And you?

[outofperdition]

...Dean.

How's your writer? Not too off the walls?

[tartanisstylish]

Pleasure to meet you, Dean.

She hasn't given me an extra arm or leg yet, although I am human now, which I'll admit takes some getting used to.

[outofperdition]

Human now? What were you before?

[tartanisstylish]

I was an angel, more or less.

[outofperdition]

More or less.

So, looks like a common thing, in and out of my..."world".

[tartanisstylish]

Being an angel, or being "more or less" an angel?

[outofperdition]

The latter.

Know a guy named Castiel?

[tartanisstylish]

No, but I've heard of him.

Oh. Are you one of the . . . meatheads? The vessels.

[outofperdition]

What? No. He is though, or he's got one.

Good friend of mine.

What're you doin' human?

[tartanisstylish]

Ah. I apologize. My information must be wrong. It's good that he has a friend, though. Generally we don't.

That . . . was her doing, actually. She sent me somewhere.

[outofperdition]

Yikes.

Any good?

[tartanisstylish]

I'm not entirely sure I mind it as of yet, actually. Being human and being ignored by Heaven aren't tremendously different, although my alcohol tolerance is lower.

[ By which he means lower than infinite. ]