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Who: Griffin O'Conner (

uberboned)
When: Backdated to January 5th
Where: Griffin's Lair (a.k.a. some dank cave)
Summary: Anna has a suitor. Gabriel has a duty to both warn and torture said suitor.
Warnings: Griffin swearing and Gabriel being Gabriel? Also, the Gabe stuff is in this pretty blue.

[You can Jump, you can hide, but let's face it, haggard archangels having rough weeks will always find you. And interrupt your brilliant speeches with slow claps.]

[Unfortunately, Griffin had just picked up one of the presents his not!Dad gave him for Christmas. The throwing knife. It's heading for the shoulder area, but Griffin hasn't perfected the art yet.]

Je-- Gabriel. I don't know how it works upstairs, but there are boundaries on Earth.

[He makes a mental note to re-paint the banishing sigils Anna showed him.]

[Gabriel's usually faster than that, but because he's not his best, he only narrowly misses having to dig said knife out of him. Bad. Very bad. But so's his life here lately.]

Really? 'Cause I heard we were kinda "above the law," right down that one about where babies come from.

[Griffin arches a brow. Going for the baby talk so soon, Gabe? He decides not to touch the comment with a ten foot pole, because while he so totally isn't afraid of the archangel, he's not in the mood to clean up his innards from the cave floor.]

Why are you even here? If you're going to punch me again, I swear to God I'll kick your balls in until there's nothing left.

Unclench, kiddo. [Gabriel paces around the cave, looking at like an interior decorator might look at a rundown trailer.] We just need to have a conversation that is waaay overdue.

[He only just found the place, okay? Not to mention that he's still recovering from his run-in with his shadow self, as evidenced in the healing bruises on his face, the cuts and bandages on his arms, and the last two fingers on his left hand being in a splint. He crosses his arms defensively.]

Talk? We don't have anything to talk about.

[Griffin already has an idea of want Gabriel wants. He's been expecting the "stay away from my sister" talk ever since the angel revealed that he knows about Griffin's feelings (which don't exist, oh my God, shut up). Griffin really doesn't want to have this conversation.]

Guess again, Scotty. I believe the words 'slender' and 'ginger' are somewhere in the course notes. Right next to "my kid sister."

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[Griffin bristles considerably. Damn it.

Then he does indeed unclench, at least partially. He had been thinking about this lately, of course. He was bound to draw the angels' attention eventually. He lifts his chin defiantly.]

Well listen, Anna is a big girl now. She can hang out with whoever she likes.

[Because that's what this has to be about, Gabriel wanting Griffin to stop being her friend. What else could it be?]

Yeah, and as long as she's not hanging out with Leatherface or Freddy Kreuger, like hell if I'm gonna stop her from doing whatever the hell she wants. [Gabriel leans on the nearest wall.] Do you like her?

[Griffin looks hopelessly confused already. This clearly isn't where he expected this conversation to go. He starts to pace about his cave.

His tongue briefly pokes out of the side of his mouth. He's in thought mode. What's the answer to this question that doesn't end in humiliation and/or a pummeling? He gives Gabriel a half-hearted shrug.]

She's alright. I guess. I've got nothing against her. She's not like the rest of you lot, so.

[Gabriel gives him a 'oh my God, you're an idiot' look.] Anna never got to be happy back home. She could've gotten out clean on the family front- lived and died a simple human girl. But that didn't pan out. Didn't pan out here either, but she could still make good on it. Have a life, live a little... Not worry about the rest of us mooks breathing down her neck.

[He clicks his tongue.] I want my sister to be happy, kid. And I think... She likes you a lot. What d'you say to that?

[He really starts paying attention to the archangel when he explains that Anna's life doesn't go according to plan. So he's from her future. Something happens to her? Griffin's face falls, the wall of attitude replaced by nothing but raw concern.

When Gabriel finishes, Griffin stops pacing.

That's really somewhere he didn't expect the conversation to go.

He needs a second to process. Could she? Maybe Griffin wasn't completely delusional... But no, look who he's talking to. Griffin crosses his arms over his chest, careful of his injured hand. He figures he can just gloss right over that whole "raw concern" thing. That did not just happen.]

Bullshit. You're gonna have to try a lot harder with your stupid little games.

[Gabriel snorts. It's not a good sound by any stretch of the imagination.] Kid, there's one thing you gotta learn about me... My family's everything to me. If they have a chance to be happy, then like hell if I'm gonna fuck that up. [A beat.] If you break her heart, I'll make you suffer every second of your ambiguously European life.

[Now that sounds more like the irritatingly powerful bastard Griffin's come to know and dislike. He stands tall (which doesn't feel ridiculous for once as he's within a decent height range of Gabriel), chin jutted out. The annoying thing about trying to deny your feelings to an archangel is, well, it's an archangel. Griffin could lie until he's blue in the face and it wouldn't make a lick of difference. But Gabriel's threat brings out something true in him.]

You think I give a damn on what you've got to say about it? I really don't know what you're trying to do here. There isn't a brother in the world who would want a guy like me going near family, especially a girl like her, I don't care how screwed up your dynamics are. Either way, doesn't matter. You're not going to intimidate me into treating her like she deserves, not you or any of your brothers, Satan included. I can do that all on my own, believe it or not.

Y'know the difference between bad boys and bad guys? A bad boy thinks he's tough as nails, but he's got a heart like wet insulation. A bad guy doesn't get that look in his eye every time he hears her name. But whatever- keep up the act, bucko. Act like I don't see right through it. But don't push her away just because you don't think you're good enough. No one's good enough for anyone. You just have to love someone enough that it doesn't matter.

[He leans forward and grins.] Class dismissed.

[Annnd he's gone. CHEW ON THAT, GRIFFIN.]

[He fucking hates this guy.

Griffin may not be the world's best liar, but his lies usually work anyway because once he says them, the other person knows to stop talking. Gabriel is relentless in his little speech and Griffin isn't sure if he wants to swan dive off of the Port's tallest building or bury Gabriel beneath that building. His jaw tightens with each word but he doesn't look away. He's faced down way scarier than a big brother looking out for his sister.

Even so, he still feels vaguely terrified.

And to top it off, Gabriel uses his line. Griffin finally opens his mouth but the angel has disappeared.]

Hey! I'm not done, get back here!

[He's shouting at nothing.]

Dick!

[Still nothing. Griffin huffs. God, he hates angels. He hates angels so much.

Well, except...

Whatever. He picks up his knife from the ground.]

"That look in his eye." I haven't got a look. You've got a look.

[He decides to go back to doing his target practice with the throwing knives. His target has taken on a very Gabriel shape in his mind. What does he even know? That's Griffin's business, he doesn't need--

The knife goes way off course.

Anna likes him?]

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