If Raphael had had the simple decency to take his licks and wear his bruises like a man-shaped being, John might (possibly) have been satisfied with a couple of good punches. If the archangel had shown some sign of remorse, or at least kept his fat mouth shut, he might have made some effort to control his temper.
Unfortunately, Raphael did neither, and being told that it was no business of his if the guy who gave him back his soul got his arse handed to him by an angelic goon squad was the final straw. With an inarticulate growl, he grabbed, heaved, and pitched Raphael head-first into the nearby dresser hard enough to leave a dent in its wood veneer.
"Don't care if it's my business," he panted, unused to this sort of violent exercise, "you go near him again, you useless little shit, and I swear to God I will send you back to him in so many pieces even He won't be able to put you back together."
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Date: 2006-02-18 10:21 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, Raphael did neither, and being told that it was no business of his if the guy who gave him back his soul got his arse handed to him by an angelic goon squad was the final straw. With an inarticulate growl, he grabbed, heaved, and pitched Raphael head-first into the nearby dresser hard enough to leave a dent in its wood veneer.
"Don't care if it's my business," he panted, unused to this sort of violent exercise, "you go near him again, you useless little shit, and I swear to God I will send you back to him in so many pieces even He won't be able to put you back together."