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[call]

Date: 2011-04-26 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
No. No, I'm on a break anyway. [No he's not.]

Just-- You and Gabriel. Same world, right? You know angel stuff?

[call]

Date: 2011-04-26 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
You... guess? You don't know? He damn sure acts like he knows you.

[call]

Date: 2011-04-26 07:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
[Well this is sounding less and less promising by the second. Griffin sighs.]

Great. Alright. Do you have any idea how to keep an angel out of a house? I thought you might know something. Your world, your sibling.

[call]

Date: 2011-04-26 08:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
[He waits for her to continue after her pause... and waits.] Anna? Look, I thought you would know because you come from the same place. It sounds like the angel stuff is common there. Definitely not where I'm from, so. Do you?

[call]

Date: 2011-04-26 09:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
[Well if that doesn't sound suspicious.]

Anna, are you alright? Not being listened in on, are you? Say something about... a halo if you are.

[call]

Date: 2011-04-26 09:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
Other-- Alright. [No, he doesn't want to ask.

Now it's his turn for an awkward pause. What does Griffin say? On the one hand, mentioning that he can now only open his right eye by a centimeter or so thanks to Gabriel hitting him in the face is plain old embarrassing. On the other, he wants the information and feels like Anna wouldn't give it to him without good cause.
]

Let's just say that for an agent of God? Gabriel is a real dick. [He mutters to himself something that sounds like, "Huh, that makes sense."]

[call]

Date: 2011-04-26 09:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
... He just showed up in my house. Not at my house, in it. In my room. And I've never told him where I lived. And for some reason, I doubt my roommate spilled. You can see how that's bloody uncomfortable.

[call]

Date: 2011-04-26 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
Yeah, I know he does. [An unprompted Oliver Twist comment Gabriel made months ago gave Griffin an idea of that.] And I don't like it. Especially when it shows up in my bedroom unannounced.

So you know something?

[call] locked

Date: 2011-04-26 10:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
[Interesting. Griffin ups the encryptions on the lock, making it harder to hack. He had taught himself, so it wasn't perfect, but it's serviceable.]

Might? [beat] Well, it's better than nothing. It's already past sirens and I'm working right now. But you think tomorrow you could show me? You can come round.

[call] locked

Date: 2011-04-26 11:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
Who can be sure about anything in this place? [Someone's frustrated.]

[call] locked

Date: 2011-04-26 12:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
[After a moment thinking it over, he gives her the address to a library in District Five.]

I'll meet you there, like... four?

[call] locked

Date: 2011-04-26 10:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] limitedrun.livejournal.com
Yeah. See you.

[That's a good enough goodbye, right? Well, he's hanging up now either way.]

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