† 009

[mr_phale]

[ VOICE ]

[From the sound of it, the angel has no idea he's being recorded.]

You know, it's not that I mind this City, exactly; it's less pleasant some days than others, to be sure, but all in all I can accept I'm meant to be here, whether or not I know why. Ineffability and all that. One gets used to it, after a time, and certainly I've had plenty of that.

Still, it is... well, between you and I, if I'm honest, it's a bit lonesome at the moment. My fault, really, for being a bit of a creature of habit. But I'm hardly accustomed to, er, these sort of comings and goings.

[There's a soft huff of breath which he will insist is not a sigh, and a faint rustling in the background.]

But, one never knows. I'd best keep you in some semblance of presentable shape, or I'll never hear the end of it if Crowley does come back.



[ooc; no inner monologue, so he's soliloquizing at Crowley's houseplants. between Crowley being out-on-hiatus and Dulcie leaving, sad angel is saaaad]

Comments

Not here because hiatus but...

[itsjustafruit]

[Crowley is far away but can practically sense his plants despondently dropping leaves.]

voice;

[riceballfruit]

[That voice sounds familiar! Pinged by it, and her natural desire to help, Tohru responds in like.]

Do you need help with...err, helping whomever it is you're speaking to, Mister?

And I'm terribly sorry you feel lonely. There are plenty of people out here to speak with, though.

voice;

[anunluckypenny]

I'm sorry you've had a lot of goings. Would anything help?

Eight. No, darn. Sorry, curse.

[unflagging]

Wait, are you saying you believe in things like destiny?