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rustynailWho: Gabriel, whoever
When: A few weeks after resurrection
What: Awkward reunions?
Where: A nondescript diner
Well well well. Isn't this all convenient?
Not that Gabriel is usually the type to have an issue with things being convenient; in fact, 'convenient' is one of his most desired adjectives for describing a situation. Convenient is usually easy, and easy usually means something terrible isn't happening. Just how he likes it.
And indeed, nothing terrible is happening right now, but it doesn't feel easy. It feels suspicious, even though it shouldn't, because he knows exactly how this whole thing came about. There's nothing suspicious, let alone sinister, about it. Gabriel isn't completely sure his nephew even knows what those words mean, let alone would do anything even slightly adjacent to them.
It is, of course, Jack's doing that Gabriel is here, both in general and in specific at this moment, in this diner. Something about overdue reunions, blah blah blah, Gabriel loves Jack but it's very difficult not to tune him out when he starts going on and on with the cute puppy stuff. New God or not.
But he's here all the same, eating a ridiculously over the top banana split the more morosely he's ever eaten a dessert before, and sure isn't really that morosely, but still. To say he's apprehensive about whoever Jack might've set him up to reunite with is an understatement, and he had carefully refused to promise that he wouldn't bail, with that option feeling only more and more tempting the more time goes on.
When: A few weeks after resurrection
What: Awkward reunions?
Where: A nondescript diner
Well well well. Isn't this all convenient?
Not that Gabriel is usually the type to have an issue with things being convenient; in fact, 'convenient' is one of his most desired adjectives for describing a situation. Convenient is usually easy, and easy usually means something terrible isn't happening. Just how he likes it.
And indeed, nothing terrible is happening right now, but it doesn't feel easy. It feels suspicious, even though it shouldn't, because he knows exactly how this whole thing came about. There's nothing suspicious, let alone sinister, about it. Gabriel isn't completely sure his nephew even knows what those words mean, let alone would do anything even slightly adjacent to them.
It is, of course, Jack's doing that Gabriel is here, both in general and in specific at this moment, in this diner. Something about overdue reunions, blah blah blah, Gabriel loves Jack but it's very difficult not to tune him out when he starts going on and on with the cute puppy stuff. New God or not.
But he's here all the same, eating a ridiculously over the top banana split the more morosely he's ever eaten a dessert before, and sure isn't really that morosely, but still. To say he's apprehensive about whoever Jack might've set him up to reunite with is an understatement, and he had carefully refused to promise that he wouldn't bail, with that option feeling only more and more tempting the more time goes on.
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Date: 2024-06-27 02:41 am (UTC)He doesn't guess at Gabriel's lingering unease at his presence. Instead, he looks down at the second spoon like it's litter left behind from the last patrons that sat here. Michael pushes the extra spoon firmly towards Gabriel's side of the table. He has two hands and now two spoons, he's sure he'll figure out something.
"That's not happening."
Mostly because he never did have occasion to learn to enjoy eating, but also a little bit because Gabriel has already been eating from that dish and he's sure there's saliva mixed in with the melted ice cream goop at the bottom. Maybe a lot that latter point.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised he brought you back." Heaven requires at least one archangel for stability, even in its new configuration. Lucifer is an obvious problem; Raphael never much cared for humanity. Jack's only feasible options are now both seated at the same table. "What deal did he make you?"
Even Jack wouldn't be so naive as to unleash a resurrected Gabriel on the world without imposing any limits, would he?
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Date: 2024-07-21 08:50 pm (UTC)Gabriel is not at all surprised by Michael rejecting the offer, and exactly as probably expected, he takes the second spoon in his other hand and, just briefly, contemplates attacking the ice cream from both angles. But then he changes his mind and decides on something much sillier, moving both spoons to his right hand and beginning to attempt using both like a pair of chopsticks, all the while responding to Michael as nothing ridiculous is going on. This wouldn't be even a little difficult if the only problem were Gabriel's own antics, but Michael's question is a strange one to him, if maybe a bit telling.
"Who, Jack?" Obviously it's Jack; the question is rhetorical, and Gabriel uses the natural pause that follows to try to get a bite of ice cream with his spoon chopsticks. It goes terribly. Don't worry about it. Moving on.
"He's not exactly the 'write up a contract' type. And he also thinks I'm great." Which is... Not entirely untrue, actually; Jack's only ever seen Gabriel in a pretty good light, and has Gabriel taken advantage of that? Maybe. Only a little. Not in a bad way, though.
And of course, he has to ask--
"Why, did he make a deal with you?"