Snippet #2311265

Dorian understood the hole being away from angels deal. So long as you stayed away from the angels human morals started to rub off on you. Dorian found that humans seamed more willing to listen. "With all do respect, Lucian, if you did attempt to throw me out the window I would have your wings pined in a matter of seconds. I find that this works quite effectively against angels that want to kill me. At least they leave me alone afterwards." Dorian partly joked back to Lucian, after all Dorian told the truth. Dorian moved his arms slowly testing the bandages that Lucian wrapped to make sure they wouldn't fall off in the night or tomorrows events if there be any. After deeming the bandages fit, Dorian walked over to his stuff he had left on the toilet. He pulled out his little pouch and pulled out a rather loose sweater, a sliver cross (blessed by a priest that helped him when he was first banished from the angels) and of course on of his precious guns. This one had a cross etched into, and silver bullets with crosses in them as well. All of this he had blessed. He slipped it into his belt and left the safety on. He turned to face Lucian while he pulled on his sweater and cross. "I apologies for being rude. It's not every day I meet a angel willing to help me let alone fight all urges to kill me. My name is Dorian, Dorian Gray."