[[You're supposed to give me a prompt! I'll use this week's non-plot challenge.]]
"With all due respect, Your Elegance, you could at least stuff a bra."
Jophiel snorted indelicately. The angel, whose name was unimportant really, closed his eyes in pained disavowal of his boss. From the rigid line of his back he still imagined he carried his wings and perhaps full regalia of heavenly armor, or just heavenly dignity. He didn't look like he knew what people did in nightclubs, but here he was, pestering the archangel when all Joe wanted was a beer and some exceptionally drunk girl who wouldn't notice he was in a skirt.
He definitely hadn't come in the front -- he was too stiff to ever have gotten past the doorman.
"I like bras just fine," the brunet said disdainfully. "On women."
Perhaps sent exclusively to annoy him, the angel persisted. "Look at that-- That guy over there. He's at least making an effort. Your Elegance, with all due respect, looks as if he's fallen into his girlfriend's clothes by accident."
If a man said 'with all due respect' enough, did that actually in and of itself grant a certain level of respect? Jophiel twisted around to glance at the crossdresser in question.
His lip curled. "Well, there's no accounting for taste," the archangel said. "That handbag doesn't match his bustier at all."
Diary of Angels: Not Convinced
"With all due respect, Your Elegance, you could at least stuff a bra."
Jophiel snorted indelicately. The angel, whose name was unimportant really, closed his eyes in pained disavowal of his boss. From the rigid line of his back he still imagined he carried his wings and perhaps full regalia of heavenly armor, or just heavenly dignity. He didn't look like he knew what people did in nightclubs, but here he was, pestering the archangel when all Joe wanted was a beer and some exceptionally drunk girl who wouldn't notice he was in a skirt.
He definitely hadn't come in the front -- he was too stiff to ever have gotten past the doorman.
"I like bras just fine," the brunet said disdainfully. "On women."
Perhaps sent exclusively to annoy him, the angel persisted. "Look at that-- That guy over there. He's at least making an effort. Your Elegance, with all due respect, looks as if he's fallen into his girlfriend's clothes by accident."
If a man said 'with all due respect' enough, did that actually in and of itself grant a certain level of respect? Jophiel twisted around to glance at the crossdresser in question.
His lip curled. "Well, there's no accounting for taste," the archangel said. "That handbag doesn't match his bustier at all."