[ He tilts his head, frowning, sure that he's missing something. No . . . but this is an angel, too. Even if he's not his brother, he's still an angel. Surely he's not suggesting what it seems like he's suggesting. ]
That's just because you've still got a stick up your ass keeping your back straight. We're in the process of a removal, here! Gotta be prepared for some pain and discomfort!
['Thank you'. Thank you. Gabriel is half annoyed and half amused by that kind of courtesy coming from Michael. The quiet, steady assuredness is the same, but--thank you? Gabriel huffs and throws up his hands, his smirk just a little too edged to be completely amused.]
Well, fine then. That just means I'll have to bring the strip-club to you!
[So saying, he snaps his fingers and with a ripple of blue in the air one of Gabriel's hooker-constructs comes to life behind the blond, draping herself over his shoulders and purring:]
[ Michael is visibly unaffected, beyond a sudden tensing of his shoulders - whether this is in surprise or discomfort or some combination of the two is open to interpretation. No, this is certainly not his Gabriel. He brushes the construct's arms off of his shoulders as politely as he can manage and removes her from existence with a wave of his hand. ]
[What, you meant you actually believed it was, Mikey? Gabriel's grin turns a little more wicked; he lifts his other hand, snaps both his fingers, and the next moment they're surrounded by a Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen's Club. With all the trimmings.
[ Michael resists the urge to roll his eyes, which . . . is not an urge he's ever really gotten before. What have you done, Gabe! He's about to make this all vanish as well, but that will probably make whatever kind of game this is more hilarious for Gabriel, so he sits down in the nearest chair instead, looking remarkably dignified for an archangel in a strip club. ]
[He's lightened up, that's all~ Gabriel grins, conjures up a couple of glasses of champaign, and drapes himself across Michael's shoulders while simultaneously shoving one of the glasses into the other Archangel's hands.]
[ The physical contact doesn't make him flinch, exactly, but it certainly doesn't relax him. It's not the kind he's used to, too quick and casual, and he glances up uncertainly at the other archangel. ]
[He signals a passing lady with an appreciative grin, and when she arrives, leaning on the back of his chair and giving Michael a very, very good view of her cleavage, he says:]
My brother here needs some lightening up. Know someone who might be able to oblige?
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[He shudders.]
--feelings.
'Sides, who says you have to obey?
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I don't have to obey. [ Right? Right. Right? He's still bad at this. ] But I should have purpose.
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Wouldn't happen to be taking suggestions, would you?
[Then he pauses, snaps his fingers and laughs.]
What am I saying? You can have 'em anyway! Hope you've got a pen there, Mikey. This is gonna be a loooooong list.
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I'm sure I can remember.
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Dunno if you've noticed, Mikey, but entertainment nowadays is a pret-ty big purpose. I know some flicks which you'd be perfect for.
[Anyone who knows this particular version of Gabriel ought to guess what sort of films they are. This Michael, however? Well ...]
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[ He tilts his head, frowning, sure that he's missing something. No . . . but this is an angel, too. Even if he's not his brother, he's still an angel. Surely he's not suggesting what it seems like he's suggesting. ]
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[Of course he is.]
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[ He does not like the sound of 'significant pause film', and his frown deepens. ]
This is a game to you.
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... Borrow it.
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Well, fine then. That just means I'll have to bring the strip-club to you!
[So saying, he snaps his fingers and with a ripple of blue in the air one of Gabriel's hooker-constructs comes to life behind the blond, draping herself over his shoulders and purring:]
Hel-lo there, precious.
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[And a lot more girls.]
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What was your point again?
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Fun.
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I see. Is it fun for them?
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Duh. It's not much fun for us if it ain't fun for them, is it?
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[ Does this guy look like he gets action come on. ]
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We need to get you laid, and fast. Heeeey!
[He signals a passing lady with an appreciative grin, and when she arrives, leaning on the back of his chair and giving Michael a very, very good view of her cleavage, he says:]
My brother here needs some lightening up. Know someone who might be able to oblige?