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((Independent RP blog for The Dresden Files))
….I’ve always wanted to see a demon. I’m not going to leave just because things get dangerous. That’s not what friends do.
No. That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Demons aren’t play things.
And miss out on the fun? Nope, I do believe you are stuck with me, sir. /pokes him on the chest/ And you will just have to deal with it~/pauses, as if to think/….naaaaah. Besides, it’s funnier watching you chase ‘en around. I’ll be happy to watch~ /Grins widely/
/Rolls his eyes, laughing./ I’d rather keep my dignity then. Next time you can just stay at home. How’s that, huh?
/He gets serious for a moment./ Stuck with me until the demons and vampires come running back anyway.
/pauses, as if to think/….naaaaah. Besides, it’s funnier watching you chase ‘en around. I’ll be happy to watch~ /Grins widely/
/Rolls his eyes, laughing./ I’d rather keep my dignity then. Next time you can just stay at home. How’s that, huh?
“First time I got to make it. That’s worth more than a nickel.”
Gabriel rolls his eyes, “So you’re one of the few paid hunters. Good for you, not using credit card fraud.”
“I’m only paid because I’m a private investigator.” He makes a disgruntled face. “But with the way business has been credit card fraud doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. Wizard P.I’s aren’t exactly popular.”
“I’m not surprised, your sense of humor is null and void. I wouldn’t hire you for a kid’s party. Blech.” Gabriel sticks his tongue out, like the mature Archangel he is.
“For your information, featherboy, I have a great sense of humor.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s just haughty angels I don’t deal well with.”
/Watching the lady dote on the dog, she almost feels sorry for the poor thing. At least she was a nice enough woman. The only thing that dog would be suffering from is being smothered with affection. Turning away from the door as it closes, she smiles back at Harry./ No problem, man. I’m always willing to tag along~
I’ll remember that for the future when I need to run after small yappy dogs again. Maybe this time you can do the chasing.
“First time I got to make it. That’s worth more than a nickel.”
Gabriel rolls his eyes, “So you’re one of the few paid hunters. Good for you, not using credit card fraud.”
“I’m only paid because I’m a private investigator.” He makes a disgruntled face. “But with the way business has been credit card fraud doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. Wizard P.I’s aren’t exactly popular.”
/holds on to the dog carefully, scratching at it’s ears slightly. Little dogs weren’t her thing, either, but this one seemed mellow enough. As the door opens, she straightens up and smiles sunnily at the lady at the door/ hello, ma’am, is this your dog?
/The woman let out a yelp of surprise and reached for the dog in TJ’s arms. The woman cooed over the dog as it tried to wriggle free from her arms. No wonder it ran away. She thanked both Harry and TJ repeatedly and finally - and most importantly to this money-hungry wizard - handed over the cash.
It was a relief to be over and done with that and now he had rent money. Bless the stars.
He cracked his neck and shoved his hands in the pockets of his duster, shooting TJ a smile./
Thanks for the company.
Don’t know ‘bout the others but I came from the bar down the street.
Harry Dresden.
So, there’s a random alcoholic hunter around me now.
Sounds like fun.
Names Gabriel. Archangel of the Lord. Please, no applause.
Ouch. Two strikes on that one. And here I thought angels were supposed to be omniscient.
I’m a wizard, not a hunter.
Gabriel changes his voice for kicks, “Yer a wizard, Harry.”
“You stick your nose into the supernatural things in the night that bite back? Because that makes you a hunter. Regardless of your mojo. And we pay attention to important things.”
Harry scowls, muttering, “If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard that joke…”
“I stick my nose into supernatural things for money.” He pauses, frowning. “Mostly.”
….want me to carry him for you? I can see he’s being fussy. /leans over to scratch at the dog’s ears as she walks, which seems to calm it, at least a little./
/He hands the dog over to her without a second thought. Harry never really appreciated Mouse’s calm demeanour until now. How do people tolerate those yappy things? He let out a sigh of relief./
Thanks.
/They eventually got to the owner’s house and Harry rapped on the door, glad to finally be done with this./
