Tezuka adjusted his glasses and gave Ryoma the quiet, grave look that meant
\n that the boy had done something that was not, as it were, directly forbidden,
\n but that Ryoma certainly should have known better, given his buchou, the
\n world, and the heavenly host. "Echizen," said Tezuka calmly, "What
\n have I told you about dealing with the heavenly host?"<\/p>\n
\n"…don’t take computer games from them." Ryoma paused. "Oh, and
\nask how things are going in heaven and hell, because it’s always good to be informed
\nabout one’s allies and opponents." Ryoma’s expression was decidedly sulky.
\n"It’s not as if I asked for anything like wings."<\/p>\n
\nTezuka chose to ignore this and simply murmured, "Who was it?"<\/p>\n
\nEchizen blinked. "…uh, shortish, red hair, talked like a punk…"<\/p>\n
\n"Michael, then," Tezuka said. He fell silent, his brow furrowed only
\nto the point that people who knew him very well would notice. "He came to
\nme."<\/p>\n
\nRyoma snorted. "Stupid of him to ask you…"<\/p>\n
\nTezuka’s expression cleared. "He asked about you, actually."<\/p>\n
\n"…..I hope, whatever it was, you said no."<\/p>\n
\n"I pointed him in Tachibana’s direction." Ryoma could have sworn that
\nTezuka’s eyes were smiling behind his glasses, but he decided that he didn’t want
\nto know what had just been inflicted on the Fudoumine captain.<\/p>\n
\n"So, buchou," said Ryoma brightly, brushing angelic concerns away for
\nthe moment, "You’re up for a game, right?"\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tezuka’s rules about angels.