[Honestly, if Astaroth didn't feel like he was already pushing his luck, he would hardly have hesitated to try pushing the angel into some neater clothes. Wrinkles, really? But no, he'd just have to bank on his own put-togetherness making up for the both of them.]
I imagine it's not hard to beat whatever places you've been frequenting. [A sharp smile accompanies that, though it's sharp only because of Astaroth's usual manner; the only fondness to it is what he's reserved for his angelic brethren, even if only this member of them in particular.] And there aren't any card tables in heaven, last I recall.
You know I'm not a betting man, brother. I always see the favour in things.
[A bad habit. Or perhaps righteous was a better way to call that penchant of his to relate the unrelated to his duty as an archangel. There was just something about Vegas that made him itch. The sinliness that was basked in eagerly by the people here was worth more than a sigh and a stiff drink. It made his job seem... something akin to ineffectual. Impotent. Compulsory yet superfluous. Vegas brought to the forefront of Uriel's mind the things the angel contemplated privately. Just what could one bloody archangel do, particularly a forgotten one, in a city like this?]
I always end up watching, though, don't I?
[There's almost a laugh in that, but he doesn't look at Astaroth. He's eyeing the panel of buttons wondering what floor they're supposed to be going to.]
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I imagine it's not hard to beat whatever places you've been frequenting. [A sharp smile accompanies that, though it's sharp only because of Astaroth's usual manner; the only fondness to it is what he's reserved for his angelic brethren, even if only this member of them in particular.] And there aren't any card tables in heaven, last I recall.
apparently I have a tl;dr problem recently
[A bad habit. Or perhaps righteous was a better way to call that penchant of his to relate the unrelated to his duty as an archangel. There was just something about Vegas that made him itch. The sinliness that was basked in eagerly by the people here was worth more than a sigh and a stiff drink. It made his job seem... something akin to ineffectual. Impotent. Compulsory yet superfluous. Vegas brought to the forefront of Uriel's mind the things the angel contemplated privately. Just what could one bloody archangel do, particularly a forgotten one, in a city like this?]
I always end up watching, though, don't I?
[There's almost a laugh in that, but he doesn't look at Astaroth. He's eyeing the panel of buttons wondering what floor they're supposed to be going to.]