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Elaine Belloc ([personal profile] demiurgos_girl) wrote2011-01-23 06:57 am

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[Elaine actually sound distraught, her voice tight and her sentences clipped. She tries to keep her face passie, but her eyes are slightly wider than normal. She clears her throat.]

Poland. I have something to show you. [She hesitates for a moment before she adds the next line.] If anyone else wants to see, too, it's... the archangel Michael.

He's not on display or anything, I just thought some people might want to meet him.

[identity profile] reckless-eagle.livejournal.com 2011-01-23 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
...That definitely sounds like a no.

[identity profile] demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com 2011-01-23 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[She's not sure how she's supposed to feel. Looking away, she shakes her head vaguely.] He's like a... like a mannequin.

Do you want to go somewhere else for a while? Have something to eat?
Edited 2011-01-23 07:45 (UTC)

[identity profile] reckless-eagle.livejournal.com 2011-01-23 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He takes that as an opportunity to offer her a little olive branch, because their friendship still feels kind of shaky sometimes.]

Totes, let's do that. We can like, go downstairs, and I can make some soup ♥

[identity profile] demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com 2011-01-24 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. [She smiles at him, though she's still whispering. With a glance back at the mannequin (that's looking at them again) she opens the door and leads him out.]

[identity profile] reckless-eagle.livejournal.com 2011-01-24 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Hungary, gorgeous, do you like, wanna hang out here with Michael?

[She moves over to Poland, giving the impression that she does not; he shrugs, picks her up, and walks out into the hallway after Elaine.]