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Originally Posted by Rocket Man
He chuckles. "Right now, I'd just as soon give 'em a cold beer. Mind joinin' me a sec? I gotta be goin' again right quickly, but I've always got a few minutes for a friendly face."
He hums an idle tune, trying to make it soft enough to only be heard by her. In the "pidgin Angelic," it adds: Especially friends fellow comrades from home Heaven.
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"I wouldn't try anything longer than a personal name," she says, as if Kane had just tripped over some foreign grammar. "It tends to get all mangly. Mine, for instance.
Velga Velvet Glove. And I don't mind company. What brings you to San Francisco?" The transition from English to Celestial and back is almost seamless. She's done that before.
Now that you're close to her, you catch a faint scent of burnt wood and fresh melted snow.