[video] one and one is two

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[Raphael has a pointer in hand and is currently jabbing it towards hand-drawn but accurate, labeled diagrams of male and female reproductive systems. First at one, then at the other, as if he's instructing a small child.]

Depending on who you ask, this is either the most natural thing in the world or a perversion of the highest order. Regardless, it has its inconveniences.

[Without half the amusement this might seem to warrant, he sets down the pointer and puts up a picture of a baby, covering up the diagrams.]

So I suggest using protection.

[A box of condoms and a pack of birth control pills zoom from off-camera into his hand. He holds them both up for inspection.]

[... And then with even less amusement, he puts up a picture of a red-eyed, one-winged angel on top of the first.]

Please.

[No amusement left at all, as he shakes his head slowly, pushing back a few strands of hair before putting up a picture of a demon. He looks at it for a second before turning to the camera again, edge of his mouth starting to tilt into as near a grin as he can manage--]

-- But once you've ensured that everything's safe, enjoy yourselves. Experiment. If you ever need any tips, don't hesitate to let me know.

(OOC: ... ahaha. He'll explain if asked, but in Angel Sanctuary, the product of an angel/angel union is an inbred i-child, which tends to have red eyes and one or no wings. The product of an angel/human union, allegedly, is an Evil.)

Comments

[dignity_misery]

Why does someone need to be blamed?

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Because someone generally is.

[dignity_misery]

That doesn't answer the question.

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Of course it does. If you blame genetics for your perversion, you're essentially blaming God. You never get out of pointing a finger at someone, however indirectly.

But please pardon me, I know I've been rude. I'm Raphael, and you would be?

[dignity_misery]

I don't blame God for anything.

[She laughs darkly. She was a nonbeliever, and perhaps always would be.]

I'm Carla, and I don't care too much for formalities.

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Really now.

Then let me still say it's a pleasure.

[dignity_misery]

I'm too fond of my own agency to blame God.

[Self-determinist at heart, which is what made it so hard for her to accept that her life had been altered by someone else.]

A pleasure? I guess I'll take your word for it.

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Sometimes that has less to do with it than you think.

You should. I'm only sincere around pretty women.

[dignity_misery]

Only sincere around pretty women. Somehow I doubt that.

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Have you heard that one before?

[dignity_misery]

It just seems implausible that you'd trust a woman for her face, when you're clever enough to lie to everyone else.

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Call it a supreme weakness.

[dignity_misery]

I will.

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So serious.

[dignity_misery]

Maybe I'm a little tightly wound.

[That was an understatement, but her sharp little smile makes it look as if she's joking entirely.]

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I could help with that.

[dignity_misery]

I doubt it, but you're welcome to try.