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[integrity]

Someone within this city is going to buy me a drink. Immediately. I prefer scotch, but really, anything will do. I also require a sledgehammer. Crowbars are also acceptable.

Your generosity will be repaid tenfold in both money, good will, and the feathers that I will be tearing out of my favorite down pillow. If you so choose to remain so, anonymous donations can be dropped off at my mailbox at the post office.

Remember: generosity is a virtue, not a sin.

x Crowley.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

Fallen angel? [She's trying to keep an open mind. Not gone hate on your...love?]

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[integrity]

He hit every tree on the way down.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

[He got her. She's laughing. Heaven help her.]

Ouch. At least the fall was into your arms.

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[integrity]

You have absolutely no idea.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

[She doesn't. She really doesn't. If old network convos were easier to navigate on the Tallus, maybe she would. But they're not. So, she's kinda given up for now. Too many other things to do.]

If I ever get to buy you a drink, perhaps you'll graciously explain this to me too.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

And then you could bring me the feather of a fallen angel. I'd like that. Assuming it can be done.

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[integrity]

If I'm bored, certainly.

I've never actually tried to tear out his feathers, so consider this a discovery for us both.

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[scarlet_kitsch]

"Idle hands are the Devil's tools."

Curious to see if you can.

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[integrity]

Lucky for me that I shrugged off his influence a long time ago, hm?

I'll update you immediately once I find out.