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Two angels strolled through the prototype of Eden, where the final quality control checks were done before new plants and creatures were transported to the real thing. One, with a cascade of golden curls, rolled their shoulders uncomfortably. (Gender hadn't been invented yet.)
The other, with paler, straighter, hair, raised an eyebrow.
"Eh, it'll be fine," the curly haired one said. "I'm just moulting and it's at the itchy stage, you know?"
"Oh, I know all too well," the straight haired one agreed, and made a spinning gesture. "Turn around then, beloved, let me get at them."
"You're a wonder, darling." And immediately, the angel twisted their curls up out of the way, jammed their halo down over the top to keep them there and presented a set of soft, silvery, wings for action.
The straight haired one plunged long, strong, hands already calloused from sword work into the ruffled feathers, and the curly haired one sighed with blissful relief.
For a long time, there was no sound except for the humming of snatches of celestial work harmonies that were popular among the star building teams interspersed with phrases of marching songs, as one angel worked their way through the other's wings.
"Better?" the straight haired one asked at last.
"Much better. Let me know when I can return the favour."
"Of course. But right now, I have to get to the drill grounds."
"And I have to get to a meeting. Anyway, thanks, Michael." They smiled, bright and warm, the kind of smile that makes a room light up in response and invites confidences and trust in the smiler.
"You're welcome, Lucifer. See you around."