"Then it's a very good thing I'm working for you, isn't it?" Skulduggery shrugged. "Dock my pay if you still feel like you're owed something."
Skulduggery owed so many people so much that he'd long since stopped keeping track - if he'd ever been able to in the first place. One more name to add to the list, that was all. He'd handled that before. He could handle it again.
The question was whether Solomon would be able to.
The bumper cars, for all their reputation, crashing and screeching noises, were surprisingly relaxing to watch. Completely carefree activities always seemed to be. Skulduggery's eyes fell on Gabe's car, and he tried to imagine the same angel in all his awe-inducing glory - massive wings, golden light, halo, and all - purposely trying to crash into Rafe's brighter-coloured vehicle as often as possible. Then he tried to imagine God in Rafe's place. A little harder to do, since he had absolutely no idea what God looked like.
Should he be worried that God ostensibly enjoyed crashing into things? It felt like something to worry about. Enough meteors and asteroids flew by the Earth every year for it to be a legitimate concern.
"You can see their wings, can't you?" he realised with a start, turning to look at Solomon. "How ridiculous do they look, in such tiny cars?"
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Skulduggery owed so many people so much that he'd long since stopped keeping track - if he'd ever been able to in the first place. One more name to add to the list, that was all. He'd handled that before. He could handle it again.
The question was whether Solomon would be able to.
The bumper cars, for all their reputation, crashing and screeching noises, were surprisingly relaxing to watch. Completely carefree activities always seemed to be. Skulduggery's eyes fell on Gabe's car, and he tried to imagine the same angel in all his awe-inducing glory - massive wings, golden light, halo, and all - purposely trying to crash into Rafe's brighter-coloured vehicle as often as possible. Then he tried to imagine God in Rafe's place. A little harder to do, since he had absolutely no idea what God looked like.
Should he be worried that God ostensibly enjoyed crashing into things? It felt like something to worry about. Enough meteors and asteroids flew by the Earth every year for it to be a legitimate concern.
"You can see their wings, can't you?" he realised with a start, turning to look at Solomon. "How ridiculous do they look, in such tiny cars?"