Raphael is utterly unimpressed with his life at the moment. Which, to be fair, is typical when he has to walk on Earth. The suffering bothers him - and since there is little he can do to fix it, it bothers him more.
Still he can poke around a little, from time to time.
There is really nothing more unfathomably stupid than continuing to pretend like nothing is wrong when everything is wrong. He's been found out. The gods won't take him, he'd rather avoid the angels, and everything's falling to pieces, but he still plays his own little games, in his own little world and tries to pretend he isn't reeling from what happened to Lucifer and Michael and what's currently happening in Heaven.
Which is why there's a tiny little town in the Midwest dealing with a few unusual incidents with a couple of reported deaths. Weird coincidences, mostly. Certainly has nothing to do with that Pepsi stockboy over there.
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Still he can poke around a little, from time to time.
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Which is why there's a tiny little town in the Midwest dealing with a few unusual incidents with a couple of reported deaths. Weird coincidences, mostly. Certainly has nothing to do with that Pepsi stockboy over there.
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Instead, he continued reading his book, resting it on one knee as he ignored the passing crowd, completely absorbed in whatever he was doing.
He knew the Mother was there. He didn't particularly give a damn.
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