[ the passive aggressive pat to his back forces another rough, gross, grace sicknessy fit of coughing out of cas. a couple solvunn mages below look up at whoever this rude fucker coughing up a lung in the middle of their sacred ceremony is, and cas raises a hand in apology. sorry. carry on.
But he's now turning away from Lucifer entirely to center on Michael, because what the actual fuck was that number? ]
Less than a dozen? No. The Leviathan [ a glare tossed back at Lucifer ] slew many of our brothers and sisters, but there were still thousands left. What do you mean less than half a dozen?
[ Cas is Upset. Not that it looks like anything but an angry chihuahua to his brothers, but there he is anyway, glaring up at Michael with brows knit. as always, the fact he's way out matched means nothing to his attitude. zero archangels his fine, trench coated ass. ]
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But he's now turning away from Lucifer entirely to center on Michael, because what the actual fuck was that number? ]
Less than a dozen? No. The Leviathan [ a glare tossed back at Lucifer ] slew many of our brothers and sisters, but there were still thousands left. What do you mean less than half a dozen?
[ Cas is Upset. Not that it looks like anything but an angry chihuahua to his brothers, but there he is anyway, glaring up at Michael with brows knit. as always, the fact he's way out matched means nothing to his attitude. zero archangels his fine, trench coated ass. ]
And if you care so much, why weren't you there?