Berith might be confusing him. He might not. And that had the ability to annoy him more than all of this isolation had. He used to be better at this game.
Maybe he still was. But the other had a knack for keeping scoreboards hidden and only letting you known how you had done once everything was over. Too little, too late and certainly too silent.
As for the question, it struck Berith as mind-bogglingly asinine that one of the higher ranking officials of Heaven, who had knowledge of such raised levels of existence and philosophy that any normal human getting even the slightest glimpse of his mind would fall into an existential crisis that would last their whole lifetime and then some, could have to ask such a thing.
So obviously, all he could do was smile. "Well, it depends on the size of what you wish to carry. For larger items there are things like suitcases or rucksacks. Women carry purses and men carry briefcases, generally speaking, though there is no account for taste or personal expression. Of course for something small...." Two pockets materialized on the angel's trousers. It irked the demon to do it, but if he had tried to explain Raguel would have likely gotten it painfully wrong.
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Date: 2007-07-15 07:20 pm (UTC)Maybe he still was. But the other had a knack for keeping scoreboards hidden and only letting you known how you had done once everything was over. Too little, too late and certainly too silent.
As for the question, it struck Berith as mind-bogglingly asinine that one of the higher ranking officials of Heaven, who had knowledge of such raised levels of existence and philosophy that any normal human getting even the slightest glimpse of his mind would fall into an existential crisis that would last their whole lifetime and then some, could have to ask such a thing.
So obviously, all he could do was smile. "Well, it depends on the size of what you wish to carry. For larger items there are things like suitcases or rucksacks. Women carry purses and men carry briefcases, generally speaking, though there is no account for taste or personal expression. Of course for something small...." Two pockets materialized on the angel's trousers. It irked the demon to do it, but if he had tried to explain Raguel would have likely gotten it painfully wrong.