[@PsychHorror] having been in this floating state for hundreds of years? Huh?"

[@PsychHorror] "That's normal in a floating state. And it's only slight grey; I'm still an angel!" He's become defensive.

[@PsychHorror] He ruffled his wings and put them away, storming somehow faster to his home than before.

[@PsychHorror] "Suck a dick, asshole!" That was an obvious yes. The angel was very angry indeed. He's twisted, but sees it as pure. Angelic.

[@PsychHorror] "Ooh, I assure you, you didn't cause one ounce of doubt," he chuckled darkly.

[@PsychHorror] "Because you're nitpicking on something already so obviously decided."

[@PsychHorror] "Because since it's decided there's no reason to nitpick. It's annoying!"

[@PsychHorror] "I'll stick to my job, which I'd like to be practicing for now if you have had enough." They were probably by his place now.

[@PsychHorror] "And you're a rather pesky bug," he giggled. Mood swings, standing on his doorstep.

[@PsychHorror] "We'll see how it goes. Though if I find you to be a sinner~..."

[@PsychHorror] "It really would be," Zaapiel mused.

[@PsychHorror] "You think so?" he asked, again with a hidden raised brow.

[@PsychHorror] "Just know as much as I love my job, I hate sinners. That's a start on why I give no mercy~."

[@PsychHorror] "I'm entirely devoted."

[@PsychHorror] "I do my best~."

[@PsychHorror] "Now I doubt that."

[@PsychHorror] "I suppose~. But I'm far from being the only one."

"Questioning my place as an angel. Bah! I'm doing my job against the sins of the world; there's nothing wrong in enjoying my work~."