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[ladybirdcrap]

You've made it out of the prairie and underbrush, congratulations! But with the lack of supplies from the journey around Alderwood has left you beat. Your horses hate you, you've got sand up in places where it's not welcome, you're hungry, cranky, and if you've been riding you'll be walking like Dean for a little bit. Lucky enough for you, the next town isn't much of a detour, so you can restock, trade, and try not to burn anything down.

[Mission: Stock up, let the horses rest, treat your cholera, etc]

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[inenochian]

[ honestly doesn't know about that himself, half the time. ]

[ touches his chest where she patted him and considers, head canted to the side, before locking eyes with her where she's seated. ]

I'll show you. If you can promise not to tell another soul.

[sawedoff]

I think person might be a stretch.

[slows to a stop once they hit the end of the stretch of stalls and there's less bustling people around them]

But it's not like I'm about to gun him down. Gimme something more than a facebook status here.

[foodporn]

[oo secrets. secret time. pulls her legs up onto the bed to sit crosslegged and claps her hands once excitedly]

Cross my heart and hope to die.

[nosleeves]

Don't be. Can't trust you, can't trust me.

[where i come from we always pull guns on each other]

Just how things go.

[inenochian]

[ excuses it to himself as it being something required, to make reparations to someone who'd been only kind to him and he then shunned. really, it's just incredibly lonely. he hasn't seen another angel in well over a year, only the ghost of one, and if constantine knows as a potential threat, why not balance that with another ally? ]

[ the flames in the gaslamps flare high and bright for the span of a heartbeat or two, casting the shadows of his wings on the door behind him. ]

[recurred]

[you want to get into definitions i thought you didnt believe in aliens]

[stops with him and turns towards him slightly reluctant]

I don't know. [okay that was a cop out. rubs at her eyebrow while she tries to find the delicate vocabulary of this situation] I mean, I don't know what it is. He's keeping something from me, a lot actually. And not just skeletons in a closet sort of thing, things he's afraid to tell me.

[foodporn]

[hands kind of pause mid lowering and she jumps a little at the pyromania tricks, eyes lingering on the shadows with more confusion than awe. i mean, to someone who's coming straight out of what-species-of-fae-are-you land, angel isn't the first winged thing that jumps to mind]

What was that?

[that didn't explain anything. you're lies.]

Oh my god, I know this. You're Bird-Man!

[inenochian]

Wh-what? No. No I'm not an avian-human hybrid, I'm. [ holds his hands up and out, beseeching, like come on you've seen me do the laying of hands and jimmy helped exorcise a demon and i had that embarrassing thousands of years of chastity problem? ]

I'm an angel.

[sawedoff]

[he doesn't but he believes in non-people things. tries not to look too uncomfortable at that because isn't that exactly what he's been doing too? he just shifts and glances to the side with a slow nod]

Doesn't seem like the kinda guy that's afraid of much.

[i mean he did pose solo as an executioner in the middle of a town that wanted to kill him. looks back to her with an offhanded sort of smile, kind of flippant but he makes a move to cover the way it trails off into nothing by rubbing a hand over his mouth]

[foodporn]

An angel.

[repeats it in a dry voice, hands dropping to her lap.]

I've seen some things, but I don't know if that's- that's. Kind of hard to believe.

[dices]

[ oh. goody. another one of those paranoid types. yep, we sure need more of 'em ]

Right.

[ he rolls his eyes a little and sighs. this is why the group always ends up in flames. why can't there be more plucky girls or nice guys instead ]

Well, you should probably get some shit for yourself. We don't always come across merchants, so, you know. Stock up, but not too much.

[inenochian]

[ well. she didn't stab him, so that's a plus. ]

You saw the demon. Why is this more difficult to believe?

[ moves closer, planning to sit on the edge of the bed but also observing whether or not she tries to move away. ]

I don't teleport. I fly.

[foodporn]

[she doesn't, but she does look up at him like she has no idea what the fuck to make of him now as he moves closer]

So you're...so we. Wow, that's like, a celebrity sex encounter or something. Is god mad? Is there a god? I totally defiled an angel.

[she's never getting into heaven now]

[inenochian]

[ tries very hard to keep a straight face. normally, that's a non-issue, but she's making him want to laugh very badly. ]

God...isn't very involved in what angels do, these days. So no, I'm certain He isn't mad.

[ very best reassuring tone. ]

[recurred]

[yeah its really similar, and probably would be even more if half the beans weren't spilled on the situation of hers when she got there]

[watching him closely for a moment while he sideeyes away and back.]

No, he's not. [bites her lip a moment. thinking and concluding and turning her attention back to him before turning away] Sorry, this isn't the way you want to spend your afternoon.

[nosleeves]

[you know nothing nick snow]

Need something to trade first.

[money is pretty useless, he hasnt had any for months]

[maybe he can go hunting. pull a katniss or whatever]

[foodporn]

Is that why you're not up there in the clouds strumming at a thing?

[forgot what word harp is. it happens. she banged an angel.]

You didn't get kicked out did you? Sorry, I'm asking a lot of questions. [subtly trying to reach a hand out in the general vicinity of his back like grabbing at air over his shoulder. where's the wing at. there's no wing. the shadow said there was wings.]

[dices]

[ he arches his eyebrows up, realization creeping in. he usually doesn't share his money (con artist habit and all) but he would rather not have the apparently new hunter starving, so he grabs his bag and pulls out a pouch of coins, taking some out and handing it to him ]

You can owe me later. [ half crooked smile, knows he Won't ]

[inenochian]

Strumming at what thing? [ she's making about as much sense as dean makes after he's had a lot of sugar. ]

[ turns his head to watch her hand because sorry not sorry you are not being subtle about any of the things, bodacious. ]

I, I'd rather not talk about Heaven, if that's all right. [ triggering me. ] It's very complicated.

[nosleeves]

[looks between him and the bag. surprised eyebrows]

Keep it, I'll figure something out.

[aint gonna owe nobody]

[sawedoff]

What, digging up info on the freaky dude that's clearly not human? Nah, not how I usually spend my time at all.

[gurl. don't u dawson's creek turn away from me. watches her with a worry of his lip before he pastes on an i don't give a shit smile and moves in front of her to keep this drama train moving in the general direction of somewhere that will feed him]

You don't wanna get into it, I get it. Forget about it.

[dices]

[ there's a moment where he keeps his hand out to him, like a silent "take it bro it's cool" but he doesn't insist in it, shrugging a little ]

If you say so. [ he pulls the money back in its pouch and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jacket ]

[foodporn]

[she's not practiced in the art of subtlety. freezes with an embarrassed smile and her hand in midair like she got caught with it in the cookie jar]

It's complicated for you? Yeah, I'd say it's complicated for me, too. [and all of us down here kickin it wondering if god hates us. curls fingers back and pulls hand into lap again] We must be so tiny to you.

[she hates that feeling. she doesn't stargaze or think about the bigger picture because being made to feel insignificant in some grand scheme is depressing]

[recurred]

[watches him roll ahead before picking up her pace to keep up]

Oh, I'd get into it. But neither of us will enjoy it. [in all honesty]

So how about you keep deflecting, tell us where we're going.

[yeah that's right, ill call your bullshit shrug off and then tell you to keep going]

[nosleeves]

[adjusts crossbow strap a bit awkwardly. he's about to walk away, but i guess he should be nice. michonnes boo and all]

Thanks, though.

[that was hard to get out. he's not very hospitable so take this relic]

[gives him a bro nod before turning to head out]