16th Message - [Video Post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[The video clicks on to show the usual disaster area which is Dulcie's apartment. However, the usual angel isn't present. Instead, and unfamiliar face is leaning in towards the camera. Wearing one of Dulcie's pink and silky bathrobes.



Not that this chick doesn't have awesome taste, but does anyone know where any of my clothes are? I went to get dressed this morning and my closet is full of girls' clothes. Which, hey, I'm an open-minded enough guy, but I don't feel like freaking people out at work today.

Help is always appreciated.

[He moves to turn off the device, and a flash of familiar wing can be seen on the edge of the screen.]

[ooc: Dulcie is always-been-a-boy Genderswapped today! Say hello to Denis. He may be popping up again soon. :-D Also a bit of a placeholder, since I'm off to work any minute, but will tag on lunch break/after work. Answers to be coming from puerilisangelus]

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[designedtoparty]

Do I get to lean on your wings?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

[A barely noticable look of surprise crosses over Denis' face. Then he smiles, a slow smile that spreads across his face. He unfurls his wings as he moves to grsb the remote.]

Go on, then.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan moves so he's resting on his wings, staring at the TV screen like this is no big deal.

Not that it is a big deal. He's just letting him do a bit of filling in for Dulcie. That's all.]

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

[Denis gets the feeling that talking won't really be appreciated at this moment. Instead flips to something with car chases in it, then very slowly brings one wing a little tighter around Nathan's shoulders.]

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan doesn't even notice at first. It's not exactly something he's unused to. He can't not notice forever, though. And this isn't really Dulcie. Much as he likes the wings, it's a little weird when he thinks about who they're actually attached to. Reluctantly, Nathan gives his shoulders a little shake.]

Do you mind? I'm watching this. [Whatever this is.]

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

[okay, a little too far that time. God, this is difficult. One minute Nathan's flirting with him and the next he's acting like he grossed out by the sight of him. He sighs deeply, and lets his wing furl open again.]

[designedtoparty]

Nathan fidgets, clearly not really all that focussed on the action onscreen.]

Maybe just a little tighter...

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

Would you make up your mind already?

[designedtoparty]

Look, this is really weird for me, okay?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

And it's not for me? I feel like you're about to bite my hand any moment.

[the wing returns, though, draped gently over Nathan's shoulder.]

Go ahead and adjust if you need to.

[designedtoparty]

Well, how do I usually act?

[He leaves the wing this time. It's not doing any weird, slow, creepy thing this time. And Denis will probably jut complain about him making up his mind again if he says anything else.]

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

I dunno. We don't really talk that much.

[designedtoparty]

Really? But I always talk to you.

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

I guess you don't really like me as much when I don't have tits.

[designedtoparty]

What?! That's not true.

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

So do yo regularly threaten the other me with a gun, too?

[designedtoparty]

I didn't know you were you, then. That wasn't my fault.

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

What about now?

[designedtoparty]

Well, I haven't shot you yet, have I?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

[Denis' wing ruffles happily under Nathan's shoulder.]

Will you get weirded out if I lean on you? This angle is a bit awkward for me.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan considers that, then shrugs.]

Fine. Just don't get all gropey with me, okay?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

[Denis settles himself in with his hands folded on his lap and his head against Nathan's shoulder]

[designedtoparty]

[It's... kind of familiar. Which is just making this all the weirder for him. If it was Dulcie this'd probably be a comfortable silence with occasional banter. This silence is not comfortable, really. So he decides to break it.]

Have you ever slept with Campbell?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

That depends on your definition. He was pretty drunk snd finished REALLY quickly. Then passed out.

[designedtoparty]

Wait, so you've slept with Campbell but not with me?

[Who even knows why he's upset by that one.]