For a moment Gabriel regarded Skulduggery silently, his lips pursed and his head tilted. The twinkle in his eyes strengthened. He started to chuckle, then laughed outright, throwing his head back. "That counts as wearing one!" he crowed, and turned to Fletcher. "What do you say, Fletch? Forget about the scarf and hat! Want to see Skulduggery in a silly powdered and curled wig?"
The Archangel looked at Skul, and the expression on his face, the way he turned his head, said Gabe was still imagining Skul clearly in said outfit. "You can even take pictures. I'll bet you I can get him in one, once I'm rested up a bit more."
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"You're drunk, lad," Dad said, quite obviously highly amused. "Don't think you're gonna be much help to him for the moment. 'Sides, there's no rush. Even bombs have timers." He signalled the bartender. "Hey, barman! Give us a bottle. We'll take it with."
So saying, he drained his last glass and got up off his seat to guide Ghastly gently but firmly off his own stool, chuckling. "C'mon, boyo. Let's go find us some magic someplace else 'til you're ready to sober up."
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The Archangel looked at Skul, and the expression on his face, the way he turned his head, said Gabe was still imagining Skul clearly in said outfit. "You can even take pictures. I'll bet you I can get him in one, once I'm rested up a bit more."
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"You're drunk, lad," Dad said, quite obviously highly amused. "Don't think you're gonna be much help to him for the moment. 'Sides, there's no rush. Even bombs have timers." He signalled the bartender. "Hey, barman! Give us a bottle. We'll take it with."
So saying, he drained his last glass and got up off his seat to guide Ghastly gently but firmly off his own stool, chuckling. "C'mon, boyo. Let's go find us some magic someplace else 'til you're ready to sober up."