Audience - Richie

[holyspirits]

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[gutterbound]

[you aren't beating the mufasa allegations

luckily richie doesn't know the lion king]

A gift? [blinks back. Presents...a hand to sniff.] And he's been pretty docile?

[holyspirits]

Definitely not a gift. But yeah, he's docile. [ the lion sniffs, a little shy almost as it stares at richie before tentatively pawing his hand. ]

Should I have a whole lion on the counter? No. Is it still my bar so I can do whatever I want? Yes.

[gutterbound]

Stolen goods. [He smiles and goes to scratch behind its ears. Weird, how in all the strangeness of the afterlife, he still has it in him to be stunned about petting a lion. Maybe it's because it's less removed from reality than the rest of it is.

Suddenly he's an Irish cop — Mr. Aloysius Nell of the Derry P.D., matter of fact, but only he would know that.]

Ah, yer a foine beastie, ye are, fit to finish off all the vermin and miscreants that may cross ya! Look at these paws! Ye've got proper paddles for feet ye have, and tipped with points so sharp they'd slit the skirts and habits of all the Sisters of the Sacred Heart in one desolatin' swipe! What a dastardly soul ye'll be, shore and Begorrah!

[holyspirits]

[ richie is so valid.

this is also so funny and gabriel's just letting this go, the lion swishing its tail with a little squeak. ]

I think that's "thank you" in lion. [ sorry, they do sound like they're laughing. ] But let's not go around slitting skirts just yet, okay? [ a pet for the lion. ]

[gutterbound]

Wouldn't want to scandalize anyone. [He grins at the laughter.] Though you might want to think about remodelling once he grows up.

[holyspirits]

Maybe. By the time he's grown up, I might not even still be here though. We'll see how I'm feeling by then.

[gutterbound]

Oh? Itching for that dusty trail, are you?

Where might you be headed?

[holyspirits]

Not too sure. If God decides to do this again, I'll stay here. If they don't, then I guess I'll find somewhere else in heaven that might work out.