Heaven’s Post-Run with a Cursed Parcel
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Kamie the Angel
Six-sixty-six... sounds lucky, right?
Roy Hazama
That number's literally cursed.
Kamie the Angel
Look! It's glowing—my new halo polisher!
Roy Hazama
That thing needs a forklift, not feathers.
Roy Hazama
Schedule says we've got four minutes before the security drone resets.
Kamie the Angel
Then let's give heaven a productivity report.
Roy Hazama
Left corridor—now!
Kamie the Angel
Relax, partner; miracles included.
Kamie the Angel
Roy... did you order a weaponised polisher?
Roy Hazama
Might've added a flamethrower mode—self-defence!
Kamie the Angel
Your halo polisher just drew angel-blood, Roy. That's... technically impossible.
Roy Hazama
Add weaponizes divine essence to the bug list—right under timer at twenty-eight seconds.
Kamie the Angel
Sanctus remedium, revertar ad lucem—
Roy Hazama
Save the Latin! Can you override its code or not?
Kamie the Angel
It's not Latin, it's Celestial—big difference!
Roy Hazama
If I pulse the shield at 7.83 hertz, it might resonate with her bio-field—angel biology meets Schumann frequency...
Kamie the Angel
You memorized my resonance? That's... actually sweet.
Kamie the Angel
Return to purpose—shine, don't shred!
Roy Hazama
Fifteen seconds... and your wings are gorgeous when they're saving our necks.
Kamie the Angel
You called my wings gorgeous while we nearly died, weapons-boy. Priorities much?
Roy Hazama
Hey, multitasking is in the merc schedule. Also... this feather? Totally selling it as angel-forged art. We're rich.
Kamie the Angel
You capitalist disaster—fine, but I get sixty percent. Heaven has overhead.