#tcrrifiesall

                         "INTELLIGENCE AND STUPIDITY ARE NOT MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE." Yes, he knows what that sounds like, but hey, it's true! Gabriel has done a lot of dumb shit over the eons. Mostly because he thought with his fake genitals. Like right now. Dabbing at his bloody nose, Gabriel winces a little at the sharp thrill of pain shooting through his face. "How was I supposed to know that this woman's husband is a British Man of Letters, hu? And has some sorta angel brass knucks in his pockets?" They're the only reason he can't simply heal his busted nose. Whatever fucking sigils were carved into the metal, they did a number on his fake little vessel. "Whatever. Why's Death so nosy about this? Did ya think he'd kill me and you could reap my sexy ass?"

"Ah! I was not expecting your presence, Old Friend! I would have tidied up a bit more if I knew you were visiting... — Tell me, do you seek company or answers?"

starter call / " i know we share a bit of a ... special connection, you and i ... " if one could call ghosting her after-life calls that ... " ... but y' can't blame a guy for bein' a little nervous when death just decides to take a stroll. " / @tcrrifiesall

RANDOM IC // @tcrrifiesall

                             NOW THEY'RE TALKING! "I mean," Gabriel says with a smirk, "the interested party in question also looks very hot and sexy in his current form, but that's not what he really looks like beneath the self-crafted human vessel. Show me yours, I'll show you mine?" It's not like Death can die from spying upon the divine light of an archangel.

"uh—." Frank's mildly surprised by seeing Death again and now asking for some kinda movie night, but eh, fuck it, he ain't got nothing else to do tonight. "Yeah, sure. Let me get a case of beer and we can watch whatever funny movie you want."