Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 18:14:33 GMT
In the wake of their escapade, having finally returned home from Shelles Harbor, the Angels had spent some time getting well-needed rest. Though the media had laid off a bit on their endless wave of Ophir-fueled anger, there was something that settled on those who had attended the mission heavily- A question that was never answered.
Though some of the Angels may have just went about their business, there were a few that were bothered by the lack of answers.
"How the Hell does Strappon know an Ophir so personally?" Cowlneck groaned.
Though he had his own business to attend to, becoming this rising star with little to do with his Angelic career, he was also an incredibly nosy man. And he wanted to know.
Cowlneck sat in the rec room, trying to distract himself with a book, but it literally wouldn't leave his head. Strappon knew this Ophir girl personally. She seemed to have some influence, so maybe if he used this connection to Pleated Skirt they would be out of the hot water they were already stewing in.
"Geez, mom. Why do you have to be so damn nosy?" Jacket asked, face dug into the television as he hogged it for his dumb cartoons.
"Because I don't like secrets." Cowlneck answered curtly, kicking his legs into a crossed position.
"Why don't you... Ask him?" Jacket asked, quirking a brow at his parent. The solution seemed to simple to him, why not just ask?
"Or..." Cowlneck began, receiving an immediate eye-roll from his son, "I could basically pin him in where he'll have to answer us."
"That seems really convoluted." Jacket replied, eyes now fixed on his 'mom.'
Though some of the Angels may have just went about their business, there were a few that were bothered by the lack of answers.
"How the Hell does Strappon know an Ophir so personally?" Cowlneck groaned.
Though he had his own business to attend to, becoming this rising star with little to do with his Angelic career, he was also an incredibly nosy man. And he wanted to know.
Cowlneck sat in the rec room, trying to distract himself with a book, but it literally wouldn't leave his head. Strappon knew this Ophir girl personally. She seemed to have some influence, so maybe if he used this connection to Pleated Skirt they would be out of the hot water they were already stewing in.
"Geez, mom. Why do you have to be so damn nosy?" Jacket asked, face dug into the television as he hogged it for his dumb cartoons.
"Because I don't like secrets." Cowlneck answered curtly, kicking his legs into a crossed position.
"Why don't you... Ask him?" Jacket asked, quirking a brow at his parent. The solution seemed to simple to him, why not just ask?
"Or..." Cowlneck began, receiving an immediate eye-roll from his son, "I could basically pin him in where he'll have to answer us."
"That seems really convoluted." Jacket replied, eyes now fixed on his 'mom.'
