"Oh, yeah! Mine used to look just like that--I used t'be in Hell and honestly it was pretty okay." He ducks as a pair of squabbling imps swoops overhead. "But now I'm upstairs."
Here, Maurice gives his wings a little flap. He's still just so proud of them. He'd wanted wings the moment he showed up and learned they were an option--one he thought was out of his grasp. That is, until Michael skewered him. BUT IT'S FINE NOW. He's not going to talk about that. Instead, he focuses on Jon. He tries to play it cool and causal. Being dead's no big deal!
"Everybody's moooostly cool with everybody else but...sometimes you get folks in Heaven who'll turn their nose up at a demon and give you bad service in a restaurant. And in Hell, if you're an angel all alone, you might get mugged but...I mean it could be worse."
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"Oh, yeah! Mine used to look just like that--I used t'be in Hell and honestly it was pretty okay." He ducks as a pair of squabbling imps swoops overhead. "But now I'm upstairs."
Here, Maurice gives his wings a little flap. He's still just so proud of them. He'd wanted wings the moment he showed up and learned they were an option--one he thought was out of his grasp. That is, until Michael skewered him. BUT IT'S FINE NOW. He's not going to talk about that. Instead, he focuses on Jon. He tries to play it cool and causal. Being dead's no big deal!
"Everybody's moooostly cool with everybody else but...sometimes you get folks in Heaven who'll turn their nose up at a demon and give you bad service in a restaurant. And in Hell, if you're an angel all alone, you might get mugged but...I mean it could be worse."
He takes another sip of his drink.
"Nobody's mugged me yet though."
Probably because he has Greed's stink on him.