[02: video] - Life is fraughtless, when you're thoughtless

[emptynight]

[About five minutes ago, a sharp popping sound could have been heard from one of the emptier buildings in the city. And only now does the video come on, with Thomas looking disheveled, to put it mildly. He's got yellow pulp clinging to his hair, and his clothes are clinging to him again, this time covered in what looks like apple juice.]

[still, he doesn't look particularly embarrassed, just a little sheepishly smirky]


So, fermenting apple cider explodes. Who knew.


[ooc: on-line or off, either is fine. He'll be cleaning up his mess for a good long while, plenty of time for multiple people to drop by.]

Comments

[emptynight]

Ouch, sweetheart. Was that supposed to hurt my feelings?

[expunger]

[For that, Thomas, you get the Eyebrow.]

It was simply the truth.

[emptynight]

[Eyebrow right back, cutie Raphael]

Tsk tsk. Coming to gloat isn't flattering, darling.

she's kind of confused :|

[expunger]

[Angelic Headtilt™.]

[emptynight]

[He's beginning to wonder about you, Adstring. Why can't you have people around who get sarcasm]

Sarcasm, sweetheart, familiar with the concept?

[expunger]

No.

[emptynight]

I had a feeling. [a long suffering sigh, then pause. wait a second...] Please don't tell me you're an angel too.

[expunger]

[Oh, he already knows them. Fun.]

I'm afraid I must. I am Raphael.

[emptynight]

[Don't worry, Raphael, he's making this face on the inside.]

Sorry you got stuck with the ninja turtle, buttercup.

[expunger]

[Fuck your Dean Winchester ninja whatever. Raphael narrows her eyes, because there are more pressing questions.]

Why are you calling me "buttercup"?

[emptynight]

You just look like a Buttercup, princess.

[expunger]

You know my name. You should use it.

[emptynight]

What fun would that be if we all did what we should all the time?

[expunger]

[Stare. Does this look like a face that knows how to have fun?]

That is a useless question.

[emptynight]

No, it's a rhetorical question. There's a difference, Buttercup.

[expunger]

[Almost undetectable twitch.]

My name is not buttercup. What is your point?

[She knows you're being weird but why.]

[emptynight]

[his grin grows. When you spend as much time as he does irritating people, you know when you're pushing]

Call it a term of endearment.

[and dodgety dodge dodge]

[thelightbringer]

If you're trying to get a rise out of her, you need to aim higher. She's an elitist.

And you, sister, shouldn't you be smiting the cretins instead of conversing with them?

[expunger]

He is simply making noise.

[In other words, she completely doesn't get what's going on here.]

[thelightbringer]

He thinks you have a pretty mouth.

[Deadpan. But he knows she'll take that literally and...nope, nope, he'll let her take it at face value.]

[expunger]

[...]

What.

[Taking it mostly literally and mostly at face value, but... there's a hint of something else. She's at least catching on that there's something else. Please explain, big brother. ;_; ]

[thelightbringer]

[Why do you gotta make that confused face. It makes him want to laugh and drive you to violence with frustration. ...But nope, nope, Michael wants them all to behave so for now she's spared Lucifer's sense of humor.]

I doubt he hears wedding bells when he looks at you, but I do think he finds you attractive. Or he just takes delight in confusing you.

[emptynight]

Is "elitist" code for "humourless" or did I miss that memo?

[thelightbringer]

They're synonymous now. Of course, you could always ask her to tell you a joke. She does know a few.

[emptynight]

Oh, so two of you have senses of humour.