sort-of voice-test for a sort-of oc.

[scryinghope]

Please don't.

Yes, I know that won't stop you. I don't even need to be in your head to know that. I also happen to know that a little bit of pleading will at least make you feel guilty while you put me through all the things you're planning.

You see? It worked. At least now I can suffer with the petty vindictiveness of knowing that a fictional character made you feel bad. I'm like that on occasion.

Comments

[skeletonenigma]

You know, I think I did. Dare I ask why he's throwing them at Gabe's face?

[scryinghope]

Well, he can't exactly reach your face, can he?

[skeletonenigma]

So he's punishing someone who didn't do anything? Charming, Larrikin.

[scryinghope]

He says Gabe's guilty by association.

[skeletonenigma]

Does that make all of you guilty of being Lord Vile?

[scryinghope]

Why not? It worked for Rue.

[skeletonenigma]

Throw a couple of peanuts at Larrikin for me then, please.

[scryinghope]

And get a thousand back? Throw them yourself.

[skeletonenigma]

I would if I could. You're not very helpful.

[scryinghope]

I'm a mind-reader. I don't have to be helpful.

[skeletonenigma]

You can't read my mind. It's in your best interests to help me.

[scryinghope]

What's in it for me?

[skeletonenigma]

Watching Larrikin getting pegged by peanuts.

[scryinghope]

You make a compelling argument, but that's what the comedian Archangel is for. Both of them.

[skeletonenigma]

Both of them?

[scryinghope]

You didn't think your Gabe is the only Gabe in my mun's headspace, did you?

[skeletonenigma]

I harbored vague hopes. It's not Castiel's version, is it? How's Gabe handling that?

[scryinghope]

It is. Mostly they're avoiding each other. Apparently your Gabe is 'freakishly happy' and Castiel's Gabe is 'ignobly depraved'. I think Mun is just wise enough to keep them apart, but she's been mulling over the potential humour in them meeting for a while now, so maybe I shouldn't keep my hopes up.

[skeletonenigma]

Freakishly happy.

[headtilt]

He's not wrong, you know.

[impudentsongbird]

I am not 'freakishly' happy! I'm just the right amount of happy! I'm enough happy to loan some to anyone lacking in the happy!

[skeletonenigma]

[Don't mind him. He's just laughing.]

[scryinghope]

Your angel is now sulking in the back of the headspace, for the record. And I don't think you can count on any adorable kittens to stroke for the next little while.

[skeletonenigma]

Oh, just tell him I told you I wasn't worthy of Heaven. He'll be back out in no time.

[scryinghope]

He is somewhat overprotective, isn't he?

[skeletonenigma]

You'd think, if I was destined for Heaven anyway, that it wouldn't matter what I thought. But every time I so much as bring the subject up, he gets very patiently righteous.