If you're going to throw up, the sink is that way.
[ A quick gesture in the correct direction supports the statement, and the light smile tugging at her lips may possibly suggest that she's teasing Chuck just a little. Only a little though, and afterwards she heads over in the gestured direction to do just about the least angelic thing ever.
She puts on the kettle.
Seriously Chuck, this is your life now. The angel you live with is making you a cup of tea. ]
I will...completely answer any questions you have, as best as I can, but while you're still level headed there is a slight...detail we should probably discuss.
[ She busies herself poking through cupboards for mugs, and when she's got two she starts hunting around for the sealed jar of tea leaves that hasn't so much as been looked as since her arrival. Anything to keep herself busy and think of the best way to phrase what she's about to ask of him.
It isn't until she's found the jar, opened it and dumped some unceremoniously into a pot that she turns back to him, smile very much fixed on her face. This is really important, clearly, and also making her really nervous. Whatever it is, surely it can't be good. ]
Look, I've been here a little while now, Castiel and Gabriel a little longer. The others are more recent additions and what they do is their own choice, but- [ She sighs, rubs a hand across the back of her neck, then starts again. ] What I'm trying to say is...people don't exactly know. That I'm an angel. That...any of the three of us are, actually. Cas and Gabe have both played the 'supernatural' card, but as far as the population is concerned, I'm a regular human.
[ And here comes the part she's dreading, to the point where she has to fold her arms over her chest, staring down at the floor rather than the judging, prophet of the Lord eyes that she just knows are probably confused as hell right about now. ]
I'd...appreciate it if you could keep it that way.
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[ A quick gesture in the correct direction supports the statement, and the light smile tugging at her lips may possibly suggest that she's teasing Chuck just a little. Only a little though, and afterwards she heads over in the gestured direction to do just about the least angelic thing ever.
She puts on the kettle.
Seriously Chuck, this is your life now. The angel you live with is making you a cup of tea. ]
I will...completely answer any questions you have, as best as I can, but while you're still level headed there is a slight...detail we should probably discuss.
[ She busies herself poking through cupboards for mugs, and when she's got two she starts hunting around for the sealed jar of tea leaves that hasn't so much as been looked as since her arrival. Anything to keep herself busy and think of the best way to phrase what she's about to ask of him.
It isn't until she's found the jar, opened it and dumped some unceremoniously into a pot that she turns back to him, smile very much fixed on her face. This is really important, clearly, and also making her really nervous. Whatever it is, surely it can't be good. ]
Look, I've been here a little while now, Castiel and Gabriel a little longer. The others are more recent additions and what they do is their own choice, but- [ She sighs, rubs a hand across the back of her neck, then starts again. ] What I'm trying to say is...people don't exactly know. That I'm an angel. That...any of the three of us are, actually. Cas and Gabe have both played the 'supernatural' card, but as far as the population is concerned, I'm a regular human.
[ And here comes the part she's dreading, to the point where she has to fold her arms over her chest, staring down at the floor rather than the judging, prophet of the Lord eyes that she just knows are probably confused as hell right about now. ]
I'd...appreciate it if you could keep it that way.