[The great philosophical question: How many angels can dance in a party bus?
The answer: At least two, as it turns out. Not that the chestnut-haired woman in front of the bar is doing much dancing. Or, for that matter, that she looks much like an angel right now. In fact, with a thick tome in one hand and a pencil in the other - furiously flying over the page - it looks like she's... doing some categorizing? Or something?
Either way, when she's shouted at, Raziel straightens up with an undignified eep, nearly fumbling her pencil. She rounds on her interruptor.] Ex- excuse me, I am in the middle of something! Don't be rude and wait your turn!
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The answer: At least two, as it turns out. Not that the chestnut-haired woman in front of the bar is doing much dancing. Or, for that matter, that she looks much like an angel right now. In fact, with a thick tome in one hand and a pencil in the other - furiously flying over the page - it looks like she's... doing some categorizing? Or something?
Either way, when she's shouted at, Raziel straightens up with an undignified eep, nearly fumbling her pencil. She rounds on her interruptor.] Ex- excuse me, I am in the middle of something! Don't be rude and wait your turn!
[That'll go over well.]