move no distance in your stride;
Ah, the joys of being self-employed.

It was a new and rather odd concept for an angel, especially one of the Archangels, a being who was very much used to having orders and directives to accomplish, goals to achieve. But Jophiel wasn’t the kind to turn away from a new experience, and upon discovering that his current host ran his own business, he had buried himself in leaning how it all worked so he could continue with that, not only to keep people who knew of Jared Kilmartin from noticing something had changed, but also for the experience itself. It was new, and therefore intriguing to him. They said curiosity killed the cat, but thankfully, there wasn’t very much about Jophiel that was feline, so he would count himself safe. After learning the ropes, he had discovered that managing everything single-handedly as Jared Kilmartin had for years before his accident meant he could keep his own hours; if something came up, there was absolutely nothing stopping Jophiel from locking up and moving on to whatever it was that needed handling.

Useful, to say the least, especially when Metatron and Sandalphon had a habit of setting off the Archangel’s alarm bells by attempting new and inventive things in their kitchen or somehow ‘breaking’ all the clocks in the apartment.

Naturally, though, there were small tasks that even angels had trouble with. Namely, trying to unlock a door when you had your hands full. Oh, for the ability to temporarily grow a third hand. He certainly needed one right now. That, or a place to put something down, just for a minute.


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