"I don't wanna know 'bout your chronic masturbаtion problem," [i]The woman cut in rather bluntly, shamelessly, and again, brashly, giving the supposed angel a quick once-over with a disinterested look.[/i] "But yaaaay, it's an angel, AKA tot'ly not the second most generic thing in existence." [i]What was she rude. She rolled her shoulders with a slight grunt, starting to do some stretches, the bones in her back and her neck cracking and popping audibly as she worked her stiffness out. Then, she took to her knuckles, popping them hard and loud, the action tearing a sigh of relief from her lips.[/i]