"I'm starting to think Merlin was right," Corrival grumbled as the pain-lines of the hangover smoothed into exasperated amusement. "You angels are all children." Raphael lifted his head to give Michael a grateful lick, and then dropped heavily into Corrival's lap. Corrival looked down at him. Raphael looked up, his huge eyes inquiring.
Corrival grunted. "Fine. One minute. Then I'm getting up and you're getting off."
The Archangel's eyes closed with a blissful sigh as Corrival absently stroked his back.
"Of course," Solomon said blithely. "I'm used to pain and torture, but I have no idea what you did while I was sleeping. It's very damaging." He plucked Kian out from the crook of Erskine's elbow, where he'd put it, and then with a hard shove pushed the other Elder off him and, consequently, the sofa. He hit the floor with a hard thud that made Rover sit abruptly upright, blinking and hair in disarray.
"Whazzat not my fault," he mumbled, and yawned. And winced, bringing one hand to his forehead. "Oooooh, that's not fair. I'm dead. I'm not supposed to be able to get hangovers."
"I suppose we deserve it, for running out borrowed vehicles into the ground," Descry pointed out.
One half of Gabe's kitten face poked out from the comforting darkness of his paws, his ear flicking back and eye slitted. He let out another mew, unhappiness radiating from the whole of his being. Then Michael's fingers caressed the area right around the cat's ears, and Gabe purred mightily. He untwisted, rolling to catch Michael's hand in his paws and rubbing his cheek up against the other Archangel's palm.
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Corrival grunted. "Fine. One minute. Then I'm getting up and you're getting off."
The Archangel's eyes closed with a blissful sigh as Corrival absently stroked his back.
"Of course," Solomon said blithely. "I'm used to pain and torture, but I have no idea what you did while I was sleeping. It's very damaging." He plucked Kian out from the crook of Erskine's elbow, where he'd put it, and then with a hard shove pushed the other Elder off him and, consequently, the sofa. He hit the floor with a hard thud that made Rover sit abruptly upright, blinking and hair in disarray.
"Whazzat not my fault," he mumbled, and yawned. And winced, bringing one hand to his forehead. "Oooooh, that's not fair. I'm dead. I'm not supposed to be able to get hangovers."
"I suppose we deserve it, for running out borrowed vehicles into the ground," Descry pointed out.
One half of Gabe's kitten face poked out from the comforting darkness of his paws, his ear flicking back and eye slitted. He let out another mew, unhappiness radiating from the whole of his being. Then Michael's fingers caressed the area right around the cat's ears, and Gabe purred mightily. He untwisted, rolling to catch Michael's hand in his paws and rubbing his cheek up against the other Archangel's palm.