If I have my way, there won't *be* another Apocalypse. And not that you care about anyone that'd be caught in the middle, but I'm probably sure you wanna skip having another one because of Michael.
::He can't help having the feeling that answering is a bad idea, but...::
It takes him a hot second to make himself known. Sure, there's quite the population to sift through, but an angel's grace is easy to find when he knows what he's looking for, and where. It takes one pass of the city to hone in on Gabriel's position, and then Lucifer alights gently on the floorboards with a rush of wings.
Gabriel manages to resist the urge to jump and sticks to a suppressed twitch. Then he stands to avoid his brother towering over him quite so much. "What? Lots of people and depending on where I go, no one's gonna notice one more person."
Lucifer has to cover his mouth to stop himself from outright laughing, and meets his brother's eyes just a moment later.
"Did you really just say a snowball's chance in Hell? One of these days, Gabriel--one of these days." He shook his head, and took a careful step forward. "Okay. So maybe I'm just feeling a little lonely."
"What? It's a popular saying." Gabriel keeps a careful eye on his brother, wings rustling nervously. He believes Lucifer about him having no intention of hurting him, but still. "I'm sure that you've picked up a few things here and there."
"Well, it's not exactly boiling hot Upstairs either. Plus, there's not exactly a revolving door down there to let humans report back what it's actually like," Gabriel feels compelled to point out.
"It's gone on vacation to the Caribbean to catch some rays," he says drily as he watches his brother poke around.
This time, the living room of his apartment is in bright blues, although he mostly left the kitchen alone. His bedroom, visible through the door is in warm shades of brown.
He sidestepped the kitchen and departed through the door to Gabriel's bedroom alone, rolling his eyes as he looked the room over. He propped himself against the frame of the door.
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Date: 2015-04-03 12:29 am (UTC)From:Where are you, Gabriel?
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Date: 2015-04-03 12:37 am (UTC)From:::Oh no. He knows where this question is going.::
Somewhere on the planet.
::More specifically, in his current apartment in New York. Half a continent away from the Winchesters, making it hard for them to find him.::
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Date: 2015-04-03 01:08 am (UTC)From:::Well, that should narrow down what area to search.::
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Date: 2015-04-03 01:26 am (UTC)From:Don't you want to make up?
[ BRB just flying end to end across America. ]
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Date: 2015-04-03 01:33 am (UTC)From:::No harm admitting that. While Lucifer is his favorite big brother, there's that whole stabbing thing. He hasn't really properly dealt with it.::
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Date: 2015-04-03 01:48 am (UTC)From:That's what the making up is for.
What if I promised not to hurt you? I'd have to keep a promise like that.
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Date: 2015-04-03 02:00 am (UTC)From:::He has the feeling that he's letting himself get talked into something.::
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Date: 2015-04-03 09:45 am (UTC)From:I promise not to hurt you. Oh, at least until the next apocalypse. How's that?
Now where are you?
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Date: 2015-04-03 03:27 pm (UTC)From:::He can't help having the feeling that answering is a bad idea, but...::
New York.
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Date: 2015-04-03 04:59 pm (UTC)From:"Really, Gabriel? New York?"
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Date: 2015-04-03 05:16 pm (UTC)From:He watched his brother stand, then cocked his head to one side. "Don't I get that hug now?"
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Date: 2015-04-03 05:41 pm (UTC)From:He's folding his arms, looking deeply stung by this turn of events. Practically sulking. "Honestly, you stab a guy one time..."
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Date: 2015-04-03 09:48 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-04-03 09:56 pm (UTC)From:"Did you really just say a snowball's chance in Hell? One of these days, Gabriel--one of these days." He shook his head, and took a careful step forward. "Okay. So maybe I'm just feeling a little lonely."
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Date: 2015-04-03 10:46 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-04-04 09:29 am (UTC)From:He shrugged. "A snowball would have such a lovely time."
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Date: 2015-04-04 06:47 pm (UTC)From:"Where's your sense of humor wandered off to?"
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Date: 2015-04-04 07:14 pm (UTC)From:This time, the living room of his apartment is in bright blues, although he mostly left the kitchen alone. His bedroom, visible through the door is in warm shades of brown.
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Date: 2015-04-04 08:25 pm (UTC)From:He sidestepped the kitchen and departed through the door to Gabriel's bedroom alone, rolling his eyes as he looked the room over. He propped himself against the frame of the door.
"Do you bring all your conquests here?"
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