"More fun, too," Gabe said cheerfully. "It's like having a treasure-hunt. Just talking someone into giving us money is cheating. And, well, would ruin the economy. Very fragile things, you know."
Either Skulduggery was willingly forgetting the wig debacle or--no, he was probably willingly forgetting the wig debacle. Skul didn't just forget clues and hints. He just didn't want to consider that he might actually have to wear the wig again. Gabe was willing to let him have his delusion.
Besides, there were other concerns right now. Gabriel stared in disbelief at the cityscape and then covered his face with his hands. "Did I never tell you about the time he walked into a homeless employment agency and wrote 'angel' under the previous employment heading?" he asked weakly before lifting his head again. His expression was a mix of incredulity and reluctant amusement. "Although to be fair, the man serving him already knew we existed."
He reached out to turn on the radio with a deft movement of his fingers, turning up the volume.
'--city officials are still trying to figure out just who and, more importantly, how someone managed to pull this prank. The secrecy suggests someone's been busy copying keys to the buildings, but the garda are stumped as to how many people might have been involved or how they managed to deface so many buildings in just one night, let alone without anyone noticing. One thing's for sure: it's really putting a new spin on the phrase "painting the town red".'
Gabe turned the sound down. He still hadn't stopped staring, and now they were closer, there was really no denying it: every single one of the skyscrapers have been painted a brilliant and magnificent shade of scarlet.
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Either Skulduggery was willingly forgetting the wig debacle or--no, he was probably willingly forgetting the wig debacle. Skul didn't just forget clues and hints. He just didn't want to consider that he might actually have to wear the wig again. Gabe was willing to let him have his delusion.
Besides, there were other concerns right now. Gabriel stared in disbelief at the cityscape and then covered his face with his hands. "Did I never tell you about the time he walked into a homeless employment agency and wrote 'angel' under the previous employment heading?" he asked weakly before lifting his head again. His expression was a mix of incredulity and reluctant amusement. "Although to be fair, the man serving him already knew we existed."
He reached out to turn on the radio with a deft movement of his fingers, turning up the volume.
'--city officials are still trying to figure out just who and, more importantly, how someone managed to pull this prank. The secrecy suggests someone's been busy copying keys to the buildings, but the garda are stumped as to how many people might have been involved or how they managed to deface so many buildings in just one night, let alone without anyone noticing. One thing's for sure: it's really putting a new spin on the phrase "painting the town red".'
Gabe turned the sound down. He still hadn't stopped staring, and now they were closer, there was really no denying it: every single one of the skyscrapers have been painted a brilliant and magnificent shade of scarlet.
In spite of himself, Gabriel started to laugh.