He bites his lip. The angel opens the door and steps out again, looking incredibly shaken, face white like he'd just seen a ghost.
???: ...change of plans. August Thatcher will stay in hell...
"No.."
???: ...It's not your decision to make. Or mine, for that matter...
"...."
???: ...It would seem the reaper has taken an interest...you'll have no more interference from our side...we know better than that.
"Fuck. You."
He stormed off.
"Greatttt, now he knows! Yay, whoop-dee-doo!"
August: ...
???: Goodbye, August...it was nice knowing you...
He takes the hearse and speeds off, leaving August behind
"Ugh...well..31. Want to see 217?"
31 nods
31: ...More than anything.
August's eyes widen and he looks incredibly guilty, not looking at either of them.
"C'mon August."
