horse-feathers

     ' naturally, the phrase, “what are you" is        attributed with a certain negative connotation,        and I had meant to rebuke it. seems I have failed. ‘                                         a smile, for this one’s wits were about him.            ’ i am Kane. seraph, servant of God…             exiled under particular circumstances. ‘

"God?" He echoes the word as though it's the most ridiculous, foolish thing he's ever heard. Whether it be 'God' or the 'gods' by which his existence stems from, Phaeton wasn't exactly a happy follower. "'Exiled', 'servant'....        Don't fallen angels usually resent the foot that has kicked them rather than kiss it?"

           "As if I’d give that much to someone like you.” Jarek, what does that even mean?

                  ”Well good !                                  I wouldn't want s h i t from you anyways!                                  Who the fuck knows where it's been!"  A conversation like this shouldn't be handled so seriously....

           "Go fuck yourself—!”

                  ”Not even for a million dollars, pal."

        curiosity often killed the cat,            but fallen angels needn’t be afraid            of death, for they were already dead.                   ‘ your scent… I cannot place it..                   not to be rude but, what are you? ‘

                  Curiosity never did much good for Phaeton. Too dangerous, too sketchy. Too unnecessary for someone with his troublesome personality. "By saying you're not being rude,                      automatically means you are." The pot calling the kettle black, of course ---- stubborn as a mule, as always. "And the same could be said of you, sir."

anyway, i’ll be there for tonight and also here prolly too !