[Okay, he just needs to go in and out. Just for a few spools of thread from the ruins of the fashion store that used to stand on the corner. In and out, and probably as quick as he could, too- god knew how many angels might be about.]
[Garry tiptoes within the town as silent as he can, black wings folded neatly against his back, eyes and ears keenly open for any sign that something is wrong.]
[Wait a second...that's a voice! That's a voice? And they just said "there should be more people here"...what did that mean? He rushes towards the voice as fast as he can, and when he's actually within a few feet of the cafe he just stops and stares like a deer in headlights. What-what is that man doing?]
Um. Hello??
[He doesn't have wings, and the fact that he's talking means he's not an angel, but...who in their right mind would hang around this forsaken place?]
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[Garry tiptoes within the town as silent as he can, black wings folded neatly against his back, eyes and ears keenly open for any sign that something is wrong.]
[Wait a second...that's a voice! That's a voice? And they just said "there should be more people here"...what did that mean? He rushes towards the voice as fast as he can, and when he's actually within a few feet of the cafe he just stops and stares like a deer in headlights. What-what is that man doing?]
Um. Hello??
[He doesn't have wings, and the fact that he's talking means he's not an angel, but...who in their right mind would hang around this forsaken place?]
Um, sir, I-I don't think you should be here...