Electricity isn't great with anybody, is it? I don't know.

Forget me not. ton em tegroF.

'They're double dead.'

 I can't move. That's odd. I don't have a heart, yet I can feel it racing. I manage to move my eyes form the male who smells of cigarettes and then I notice Pip. He is staring at them, and then he took a breather, before he gently smiled and spoke. I couldn't for the life of me understand how he was so confident at the moment. 

Especially since we were caught, or rather I was. I don't think of these things as my main concern for the moment. Then I sit down, onto the couch so I don't seem weird, while Pocket and Pip are still standing. For now though? I focus everything in my mentality to be on Pips voice,

"Oh! Good day Christophe, Nelson, how might you both b-" 

he got interrupted. That's new. I stare directly at Pip, then the one who had stopped him from speaking. It was the supposed 'Christophe' guy. His wings were a very dark muted grey, and his angel wings feathers were a orange-ish mixed with reddish color, almost like fire. Odd. He had a tail that had two X's over it before an arrow above it. 

That was different. It wasn't a demon tail, but tails definitely aren't things that angels have. I can tell. After all, I have one. I listen to Christophe's gruff and very very sarcastic tone, wondering what he'll say, and why he interrupted Pip,

"Can we just skip these zhit exchanges before I get a cavity, and zhut up about them, zince I know that you're ztallin'. Who ze fuck is thiz female?"

 I glare. I can tell this guys a prick already. But, he's pretty normal prick level compared to some of the others kids in South Park. Especially Cartman, that fat fu-

"I've tried to be nice, oh so many times, but, seeing as you never listen, I shall have to resort to threatening you. Which pains me greatly, but I've tried to be nice, so here's the first of most likely many threats. To you specifically, Christophe. Use any profanity, and I'll throw you straight down to hell and make Damien feed you to Cerberus."

I almost thought he read my mind....that was a bit terrifying, I won't lie. He clearly is more than I thought. I should never be wrong, and yet I was. Hm, I'll have to make sure to fix my database up later so I can tell who everybody is once more. 

I need to equate this male into this equation. It'll take a bit, but I'll be able to do it within a week or a week and a half. I almost speak, then Nelson speaks instead, what is with me being interrupted today? I feel myself hold in growl or something like it, but I don't groan. I just listen this time,

"Okay. Seriously, are you two dating or not!? You constantly visit Damien without us getting a single answer as to how, or why." 

(Totally not promoting my favorite ship within a book that will mostly not be about shipping.) 

I blink. Who the hell is Damien, and more importantly, what's his relationship with them all? I can use it to my advantage. This'll all work out greatly if I can figure out the factor of Damien. I've already got this smoking French boy, and the oddly pale ginger. 

Speaking of which. This gingers wings are my least favorite, and they're not even creative. Maybe to some, but compare it to the rest of these pricks. The wings are dark royal blue, and turn into an ombré of his ginger hair and the feathers of the wings are a muted and yet light version of the ginger color, turning to a lighter version of the royal blue color.

 I realize that only Pip had a halo. He must be a complete saint to get that achievement. I don't have a halo after all, and neither do these kids, even though a few of them seem really nice, based on the statistics of them being here. 

Not even Zane has a halo. I can recall seeing a memorial picture next to the one of that Chef guy that was dedicated to Pip, and how he was the sweetheart in the school. I never understood that. I do now. I guess he's just an angelic and not an angel, or winner, or whatever they're called.