Mask or Menace ☂ IC Phone Post

[numberthree]

INBOX Voice | Text | Call | Video | Surprise Me A flat computer automated voice comes on and states in monotone: "This is the voicemail box for Allison Hargreeves. Leave a message at the beep."

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[numberthree]

Your choice. [ Allison doesn't have much need of him to drop it, but then she's, also, the one of them who bears up the best and the most untouched, unchecked by even Diego's drastic acidity. Gabriel had hardly done anything to even near the arena of what she could take from anyone before she hit her double digits. ]

Maybe. When these are done, and dry, and set.

[ Which isn't the job of a few seconds. She skipped a base coat, but she's not skipping that there will be multiple layers of the color, and a setting top coat after that, too. Which he's bound to figure out as he has to stay there a good while, within drying between rounds, too. ]

Why do you have wings if you don't use them to fly? Why are they there?

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I was made that way.

[A pause. Gabriel watches the acting painting with interest because this is great and they're such a nice purple.]

I suppose that's not entirely accurate. When we were issued corporations mine didn't have wings but I have wings.

Human beings conceive of angels and think of a human looking being with wings. I added some because I'm made of wings. I'm built for speed. I fly by riding lightning. Or jogging. Do you jog?