[this might get a little more involved than just audio, depending, but it seems like a good place to start, if only because he has no idea what he's doing. prayer has never really been his thing, not to mention the fact that he's not really sure where he stands on Lucifer, still]
How you holding up after all the bullshit?
[a little snake might have told him Lucifer's doing badly, but he's not going to give Fitz the credit]
Maybe a little better. I avoided getting mindfucked, at least.
[not that the last few months haven't been rough, between the fog and everything that happened there, and Natalia getting pulled into Hellburbia, but this isn't about him]
I've got something for you. [boy, this feels stupid. he feels stupid, even if he's trying, here] Tradition, where I'm from, involves cake and whiskey. [a wake cake and a bottle of what passes for Jameson, for him for Emmanuel]
[and he's originally from Belfast -- lived there until he was ten, until his mother took him and his sister and fled from his father and the Provos and the Troubles. he learned, then, to Not Be Irish, which is why he doesn't have much of an accent, if any, unless he's tired or drunk, and -- well, it maybe be contributing to his embarrassment a little, now, too. it's such a force of habit to hide the fact that he's Irish that admitting to it in offering up something traditionally Irish brings him a small measure of shame]
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audio | un:thefox
How you holding up after all the bullshit?
[a little snake might have told him Lucifer's doing badly, but he's not going to give Fitz the credit]
Re: audio | un:thefox
As well as one can expect. And you, darling?
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[not that the last few months haven't been rough, between the fog and everything that happened there, and Natalia getting pulled into Hellburbia, but this isn't about him]
I've got something for you. [boy, this feels stupid. he feels stupid, even if he's trying, here] Tradition, where I'm from, involves cake and whiskey. [a wake cake and a bottle of what passes for Jameson, for him for Emmanuel]
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What sort of tradition?
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[did he mention how ridiculous he feels?]
It's an Irish funeral thing.
[and he's originally from Belfast -- lived there until he was ten, until his mother took him and his sister and fled from his father and the Provos and the Troubles. he learned, then, to Not Be Irish, which is why he doesn't have much of an accent, if any, unless he's tired or drunk, and -- well, it maybe be contributing to his embarrassment a little, now, too. it's such a force of habit to hide the fact that he's Irish that admitting to it in offering up something traditionally Irish brings him a small measure of shame]
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[He pauses, silent for a moment as he considers the funeral bit of that sentence.]
But-- my brother is still alive. I'm not certain there needs to be any sort of mourning gestures.
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[yeah, that probably shouldn't be surprising, all things considered, but]
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It means he's in a cell up there, enduring whatever punishment our Father decides.
Cut off from us.
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[it's a moment more before he ventures:] You got any plans to try and find him?
[he knows he'd be trying to find Nicky, his sister, every step of the way]
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[He seems almost-- worried for a moment, fretting quietly before he shakes his head.]
It won't be easy, cut off from Heaven as I am.
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You figure something out, you let me know.
[he feels a little dirty, offering his services to Lucifer, just on principle, but again, he gets it. and maybe he can help]
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[He offers a short smile.]
Thank you.
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[they may not be mourning a death, but he made this cake for him, and fuck, this whole thing is stupidly awkward]