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[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

Comments

Voicemail;

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

"She didn't know what she expected, but this was much more exciting than any fake rubber penis could ever be."

Voicemail;

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

"He desperately longed to run his tongue over her lower lip, to taste her, to explore her, but didn’t quite dare, given her earlier comments about jackhammers."

Voicemail;

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

For the record, Chuck, if you and Magneto are doing the horizontal mambo and that's why you're not answering? You could've just said so.

[Oh gee. Was your phone supposed to be on speaker just then, Chuck?]

reaction/prayer herp;

[paterelohim]

[Back in Magneto's apartment, where the two men have been sitting around the NV listening to it as raptly as if it were the damn World Series, Chuck sputters loudly and yells at the ceiling.]

Oh jesus, WHAT.

[Enjoy that sledgehammer of a "prayer", Gabs.]

PHONE CALL; BECAUSE HE NEEDS YOU OUTSIDE AND AWAY FROM MAGNET MAN.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Bet you answer now, bitch. :|]

You rang?

YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND THEY'RE HAPPY TOGETHER :U

[paterelohim]

[o-oh god how are you actually so annoying. Chuck answers while still in Erik's living room, giving his friend an irritated-apologetic look before bowing out, NV in hand.]

Okay, first of all? When- [Except maybe bringing up the time Chuck bombarded Gabriel's NV isn't so much a good idea. Pointless reminders of their girlfriend's miscarriage: WIN.

Right, mid-sentence gear shift.]

-When you go blurting out shit like that, it might be nice to not use his fucking supervillain name, you know?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You mean he doesn't like being called that? [Still completely innocent. Yeah, right. So a lot of people are tromping over everyone's delicate princess feelings. Deal wit' it.]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck makes an annoyed 'tch' sound in response, but it's really just the tail end of his reaction to the 'horizontal mambo' comment, and his annoyance dies down fairly quickly.]

Look, Gabriel, whatever it is, does it have to be right now? I'm too drunk for this.

[That's a lie, he isn't that drunk and anyway, he would never be sober enough for this shit. And yes, he's drinking at 1 in the afternoon. He stopped doing that for over a month, but who thought that would last.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You're always drunk. I'd buy it if you told me you were too sober.

Now get your ass out here.

[paterelohim]

No I'm not. Just this week.

[He pauses for a second.]

The place isn't you-proofed. You know that, dude. I know you do.

[But fine jeez he's walking down the stupid dumb stairs anyway. You jerk.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

This ain't a conversation for an audience, Chuckie.

[paterelohim]

...This is gonna suck, isn't it?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Take a wild guess.

[paterelohim]

...Fine.

[He hangs up on the angel- yeah, that's the kind of mood he's in - and is outside the house in less than two minutes. Waiting, basically. So what if he's angelproofed and Gabriel can't actually tell if he's outside unless he's there. Tough.]

RING. RING.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Away from the damn house.

PRAYER. 8|

[paterelohim]

Gabriel, I'm outside the damn house. Jeez, can't you just kidnap me like a normal angel?

OFFLINE;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[And here's Gabriel.]

Well, since it's not really kidnapping if it's consensual... [He claps a hand on his shoulder and they're magically at the spot where they brought Lucifer after Aslan healed him.]

What the fuck is your damage, Heather?

OFFLINE;

[paterelohim]

Right now my damage is you.

[Shrugging his arm off roughly and stalking away until there's enough personal space for his health and comfort.]

OFFLINE;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Watching him warily] And Lucifer's just the side order, right?

[paterelohim]

[Chuck whips around sharply and gives him a dirty look.]

Look, whatever you're pissed about, why don't you just cut to that?

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

You're acting like he stabbed him in the friggin' heart, jackass.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck takes a biiiiig step back and turns away again, plunking down on the rocks to stare out at the ocean.]

I'm not acting like anything.

[He hasn't talked to any angels on purpose since he pissed all over Lucifer's Cheerios.]

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

Then explain to me what in Dante's fucking Inferno is going on?

[paterelohim]

[No, he wants to scream, I don't owe you anything. But that's an urge that doesn't go here. It's the wrong time, the wrong place- the right person, but wrong situation. Sort of.

Except when it's exactly not. Why did you do that terrible thing, Daddy, why did you have to be so mean when they didn't deserve it. Tell me why. Tell me now. No.]

What's going on? What's going on is that I decided that me and him talking at all was completely not accomplishing anything. He can do whatever. I don't care. I won't be in his way or rudely keeping him from murdering his brother's loved ones anymore. Is that okay with you? I mean, you think I meddle too much? [They don't have to say it. It's kind of obvious.] Fine. This? Is me not meddling. This is me stepping back.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's not about meddling, jackass. It's about treating us like we're you're fucking kids. Kinda bruises the damn ego, for one thing. You wanna care? Fine. Care away. But we're not a buncha spoiled brats you can just kick into line.