"So... do you want to tell me why only one of you seems to be in perfect condition?" Odin finally asked.
Sitting at a round wooden table inside of a tent were the seven archangels and Odin.
"Caw!"
As well as Huginn and Muninn, who seemed to be mocking the angels who somehow looked even more depressing than them.
Save for Azrael of course, who was busy fiddling away with a device that resembled... an IPhone?
"We-"
At the moment that Michael started to answer, the eight-
"Caw!"
The ten of them heard a low rumble that they knew all too well.
Odin all but hit his head on the table when he heard the sound of lightning strike the ground from outside the tent.
"Whoooo's hungry?!"
Odin heard a familiar slurred voice and he all but threw up his hands in indignation.
"...Please excuse me a moment." The All-Father got up from his seat and left the archangels inside.
