"Oh, please." Finbar shook his head, his tone once again taking on the slight edge of absentmindedness he was known for. It always made him sound like he wasn't paying any attention to the conversation. "There's a bad apple in every family. I'd have been just as upset if you tried to compare me to my dad. Not to yours, though. I'm sure your dad is lovely." Finbar paused, frowning. "Hey. I think I might be having a crisis of faith. I don't know. Is this what it normally feels like? I might just be getting a headache."
This was simultaneously the strangest and most normal meeting with Gabriel Skulduggery had witnessed thus far. The two of them could have been discussing the weather, for all the awe Finbar was displaying. No, that wasn't quite right; there was some level of impressiveness in the tattooist's expression. Just not nearly enough. And probably not about the right thing, either.
Finbar brightened a few moments later, and smiled at Skulduggery. "Red sand would do just fine. I could put it in a little jar, like those souvenirs you get from tropical islands. There wouldn't happen to be little shells in there too, would there?"
"I don't know." Skulduggery had long ago given up trying to talk some sense of priorities into the psychic. It was far easier to just be patiently persistent until Finbar understood the time crunch for himself. "How does Lucifer get here, Finbar?"
The tattooist shrugged. "Wasn't that clear. He just did. He wasn't here before, and then he was. I'm not even sure when. Do you guys want to come in? I can make tea."
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This was simultaneously the strangest and most normal meeting with Gabriel Skulduggery had witnessed thus far. The two of them could have been discussing the weather, for all the awe Finbar was displaying. No, that wasn't quite right; there was some level of impressiveness in the tattooist's expression. Just not nearly enough. And probably not about the right thing, either.
Finbar brightened a few moments later, and smiled at Skulduggery. "Red sand would do just fine. I could put it in a little jar, like those souvenirs you get from tropical islands. There wouldn't happen to be little shells in there too, would there?"
"I don't know." Skulduggery had long ago given up trying to talk some sense of priorities into the psychic. It was far easier to just be patiently persistent until Finbar understood the time crunch for himself. "How does Lucifer get here, Finbar?"
The tattooist shrugged. "Wasn't that clear. He just did. He wasn't here before, and then he was. I'm not even sure when. Do you guys want to come in? I can make tea."