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[Gabriel thinks that most of the population could agree with him about things being generally dreary. What with the Emperor death and all. Which really sucked, considering everything he told her about his brothers was gone now, unless she had the foresight to inform others. He had no plans of going through it all with someone else anytime soon.]

[And then Castiel was gone. Took the tension with him, really, but he would be missed. Not to mention they were one fewer again. And then Betty. Not that he knew her well, but that woman.]

[So, yeah. Crap was sucking and he didn't like it. Gabriel wasn't the type to stare at a wall and lie in misery, so he turned the console on.]

'Sup, folks. It's your favorite person again.

Look, here's the deal. My half-bro's birthday is coming up and that's enough reason for me to celebrate. He's not here, 'course, but I'm sure he's here in spirit or something.

So, who wants to participate in some drinking, dancing, and gift giving? Can't promise it'll be kid friendly, but that's a usual for me.

If nothing else, we can go around as a group and make sure everyone has some proper lights up.

[Drunk angel putting up Christmas lights in every yard. There will be many blinking dicks if he goes unsupervised.]

[Locked to Cecil]

Bro. I got you a thing. You gonna wanna see this.

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[bonjourguignon]

[Little does he know.] Ah, the things we do for family.

Tell me your name that I may call you more than Monsieur, for a favourite person must soon become a friend, and all friends must be named.

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The name's Gabriel, Monsieur, and I am more than eager for more friends. [All the frands.] You flatter me so.

[bonjourguignon]

As am I! And I only speak the truth, for who could lie to a messenger of that power above? It would be blasphemous, tempting the more ill of fates, to be sure, and I can assure you that said ill fates already know me far too well.

[Making a subtle joke by gesturing up at his balding head, for he is yet young, barely twenty-five.]

By friends I am oft called Bossuet or L'Aigle, being that I am Félicien Lesgles, and also of Meaux. But call me as you please; you have earned the right, my fellow wingéd friend!

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[... Was he joking or had he figured it out? Didn't really matter. Gabriel liked him, anyway.]

Bad break, buddy, but it could at least be way worse. [Says the guy with amazing hair.]

Nice to meet ya, L'Aigle! I promise to put in a good word for you next time I head up to the clouds.

[bonjourguignon]

[He's met an anti-Bonapartist dragon on a giant turtle upon which he'd arrived in the throes of death and that, up until recently, had been ruled by a woman-emperor. … At this rate, the existence of angels would not surprise him in the slightest. Because, Toto? I really don't think we're in 1830s Paris anymore.

TL;DR, he just likes your name.]

Indeed! I do not envy your station, my friend, for although it can be plenty mortifying in the company of mortal neighbours, to be monitored on the blowing of one's horn by the son of God himself must be punishment enough!

[A lot. Because, yes, he totally went there.

Laughing a little, his thanks is genuine, but his tone wry -- especially after that joke.] I appreciate the favour, and will wish you the best of luck in that particular endeavour!

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[He barks a laugh himself, finding that a little too accurate.]

Least I'm not too bad at tooting my own horn. [In every sense.]

Don't worry about it, man. It's not a problem.

[bonjourguignon]

And no shame in that, either. [Grinning.]

[casaerotica13]

My brothers would disagree.

[Truth, but at least he's laughing about it.]

[bonjourguignon]

It is their duty, after all.

[casaerotica13]

Well, at least they got that one down.

[bonjourguignon]

They usually do.