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"A messenger?" Azrael held back a chuckle, making his chest rumble slightly instead. "Hardly." the angel mumbled, his eyes yet again watching as Dritz went for more beer. More? Well this would be interesting, having his friend drunk. He was curious how he'd act towards him.
When he came back over, Azrael eyed the alcohol before listening to him, and as he was nudged he looked at his bear arm and smiled. "You have to be joking about being dizzy from spinning. Everyone knows that." Azrael sighed, although was clearly amused by what Dritz was saying.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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