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Heavens actually kind of...great

But not as great as it shouldve been.

"Anthony! Cmon, time to go!" Molly giggled, barging into his room and clasping his hand with hers.

She dragged him out of his house and into the well polished streets before him. Her beautiful laugh was laced with sparkles as they wandered to Sir Pentiouses tiny house

"Cmon Pentious!" Angel called out, banging on the door. "Coooming-AHNDKANJDSN" he fell out of the window and onto his rose garden.

"Damnit" he muttered, slithering out

Molly released Angels hand and all three of them started to walk through the streets

Everything smelled like roses and dew, it was lovely

Molly was holding a basket covered with a small picnic blanket, which she set down once they arrived at the park.

Sir Pentious decided to take a seat on the grass instead, one of his Egg Bois (Frank, Angel thinks) Jumped onto his lap

Angel slid himself onto the blanket and snatched one of Mollys Egg-salad sandwiches, he nodded in thanks and took a distracted bite.

He really had found a place for himself in Heaven, a name, a face, people had a respect for him that he never got in Hell.

Nobody even mentioned his body in Heaven, they only saw him for his personality.

Which was both relieving, and...disquieting

But no matter, he could get used to this new version of himself,

He could get used to Anthony.

It felt wierd whenever somone called him bye that name, Husk had been tthe only one to ever call him by that.

Now it felt a piece of Husk lay in the air as someone gestured to his person, which was more often than you would think.

His mind zoomed out of his enternal dialogue as Molly began to speak cheerfully

or was she...in the middle of talking?

"So I said to Geremiah, 'Thank you so much!' and he nodded, then started to pack my basket, but he put the eggs at the bottom and Anthony, you know I hate it when people put the eggs at the bottom"

Angel nodded grimly, purposly being overdramatic about the situation

"so I tried to like, clear my throat, to signal, 'hey, could you put those on the top so they dont get cracked?' But then he had the audacity, to a friggin Watermelon and put it on top of the eggs, A WATERMELON" 

Her hands frantically moved as she spoke, gesturing around her desperately, as if her mouth was attached like marionettes 

When she said the world "watermelon" her hands folded in the most Italian gesture that it took Angels every being not to burst out laughing.

Sir Pentious, on the other hand, looked more invested in the tale then Molly herself

 his eyes looked wounded, and personaly offended on Mollys behalf

"So then I said, 'actually, can you put the eggs on top' But he just glanced at me like I said NOTHING." Molly cried out, hair almost slapping Angel in the face

Sir Pentious gasped, and clasped his hands over his mouth dramatically, his eyes went all manga-ish

"So." she huffed, crossing her arms. "I got home, and the eggs were crushed under the weight of the watermelon."