“Angel? That’s a great name!” He beamed, looking interested at the sight of appearing wings. “I’m guessing you are an angel as well? That’s brilliant! I’m the Doctor.”
"Yeah, I’m an Angel, it’s a bit complicated, but yeah. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor."
“Thanks for the sucky social skills, Justine.”
Shush up, you. At least you have parents. You were going to be an orphan.
That’s what I thought.
"Well, why did you make me extremely rude, anyways?"
"Because it’s hysterical. Plus, you’re not even that rude. You’re a bit over-dramatic and snarky, but not exceedingly rude. I could’ve made you ruder-er, if that’s even a word.”
Oh, sister. How I miss thee.
Isn’t odd how they just call us ‘mun’? Seriously, like, without us they wouldn’t even be here. THEY SHOULD RESPECT US. BOW TO THE ALL KNOWING MUNS.
“Holy crap. Angel, I’m sort of scared.”
You should be.
"I mean, we’re pretty much their mothers. WE PRACTICALLY GAVE BIRTH TO YOU!!"
"Thanks for the wings, by the way, Annie. You happy that I used your name?”
"Hey, no sarcasm! Most people would be glad that they had wings! And, yes, thank you."
Yesyesyes!!! Good idea. TO FACEBOOK. Just kidding, I don’t think she has time for an indie. OI, you two. Get back over here.
“Same here. Other than the crazy mun attempting to ride on my back, I’m doing alright.”
"She’s probably too busy learning her Greek, or whatever."
"Where do you two think you’re going?"
"For Christ’s sake…"
"I would try to fly away, carrying you, but my mun would probably have me bring us back."
"I have a naaaaaammeee."
"Just shut up, mun."