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Silver visibly stiffened at the archangels words, her eyes narrowed with distrust. Still, it’s not like she could get far. When the spear was driven downwards towards her, the Nephil had rolled in time to sustain a gash to her side. But inadvertently, this action had left her wing vulnerable to being stabbed through. Of course it pierced the forearm of her wing, just her fucking luck. Thank God the wielder had simply been a Sinner with one of the discarded angel spears. The heathen didn’t know how to use the damn thing, but still damage was done.

Ironic how the sudden appearance of an angel was far more unnerving than the demon. Despite the silvery blood seeping from the wounds, Silver was determined to not let him see her potentially as “weak”. She’d put up a fight at the slightest inkling of a threat.

Lucid was in the last place he expected to willingly go: Raphael’s place of practice. Ever since he was small, the seraphim loathed getting checkups and whatnot. Not that he hated Raph, far from it! He loved and adored his brother. Which is why whenever Lucid had to come in with injuries, it smarted that someone he loved and trusted could cause him more pain such as setting bones or sanitizing wounds before dressing them.

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Cue the Tom and Jerry yell from the distance. Well g r e a t - now he still can't piss, AND there's a pen sticking out of his stomach.

   This was .. new. She doesn't even know how she got here but man does it make her feel dizzy. The jarring change from Hell into wherever this was .. it was .. something. Not realizing she wasn't alone when she said that, her ears perk up at the response as she turns to face Raphael. 

" Uh .. Nimue. Sorry. Could you like, tell me where I am or something? And how to get back for that matter? I don't think I'm supposed to be .. wherever this is. "

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"...there's probably something microaggressively illegal 'bout going down on the dude that does your prostate exams unironically. But since we ALL know those don't exist, you're right- he probably does have a thing for me in that case." 'Cause why else would someone willingly ram their finger up there? Raph's a fucking freak for sure.

Perhaps it was because the doctor was blind, or perhaps it was because in general, wings were very sensitive, but tickling him like that resulted in all twelve of them fanning out in surprise. This had the intended effect of hitting the off button but at the price of the park being flooded in a rush of massive wings and purple feathers. "Adam!" he exclaimed in a mix of frustration and amusement. The man had always been like this though, so he shouldn't be surprised.

Nice! It only took a few talon digs to get those massive storm-swatters out, and that seemed to be what the first man was after all along as the gust of them snapping open in surprise sent waves up to the park-goers, upsetting their flight path and resulting in a few startled squeaks as both souls and cherubs alike somersaulted away.

At the sight of the scattering souls, he snickers into a fist briefly before tilting his head back to offer up an innocuous chirp at the archangel's expense. "There you goooo~! Now, don'tcha feel all better stretching those puppies out?" With a wriggle and a subsequent settling into the expanse of his robe like a pigeon finally comfortable enough to roost in place, he waits to wonder aloud-

"You don't think I can take care of myself, do you?"

Lucid: *doesn’t eat apples*

Lucid: “This is why I keep getting taken to Raph’s office isn’t it” >((

Raphael was blind, not a fool...his halo was just fine, actually. But the practical joke was met with a flawless performance...if Adam wished to prank him, he could play along.

"Oh no! Is it? I guess I should take it to the cleaner then" He paused before chuckling at the other. "And for the record I spend more of my time thinking about Gabriel than I do about you. I think about you when you are brought up, or when you are in the room with me." and sometimes the things Adam said in Eden come to his mind like a cat with the witching hour zoomies.

A nasty grin spreads wider unbeknownst to the sightless angel when he falls hook line and sinker for Adam's astute 'observations'. Too easy. Got'em! And though the other can't appreciate the sheen of his talon tips once flicked and fanned out, he gives them a casual examination anyway as if their idle chatter had any roots in reality. "Didn't I say installing those floating toilets would be a problem~? Hindsight's a bitch." Well if Raph was at all concerned about the implications of what floating bowel dispensaries meant in relation to why his halo looked 'dirty' all of a sudden, Adam waited to see if he'd at least give the suspended ringlet a nervous tap.

Though his fun at Raph's expense is cut short with the mention of Gabe. Mostly because he's cursed to feel a twinge in his ass whenever the horn blower is brought up thanks to that boot shaped brand he'd left behind on the man after quite literally kicking him out of the garden. "Seriously? Raph!! I'm hurt. And questioning your rank among the Awesome if you're thinking more about that wheezing bag of dick tips than your pal the dick fucking master here. I mean- have you SEEN the way he looks at horns? Yeah~hea... ew."