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Somehow, the Archangel Michael always ended up getting roped into situations much like this. The streets were usually a nightmare to walk and the roads were crowded and back up. The holiday season didn’t help; fake sales and crowded sidewalks annoyed the archangel much more than usual. Why he signed up for this? He was promised a fresh soufflé.
Leave Trixie to drag him out of the house in promise of baiting Lucifer to make more food. Speaking of Trixie, she was standing a few clothing racks away, moving clothing racks to look at t-shirts. The now 16-year-old human, didn’t look up to meet his eyes. Michael rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as his shoulder started to hurt again. “What are you looking for now?”
“I told you I’m looking for a gift for Aunt Ella.” Trixie replies, looking at the archangel from the rack of clothes. “I’ve told you that multiple times now.”
“We’ve been here for an hour.”
“We’ve been here for like 10 minutes. Calm your wings.” Trixie grumbles, rolling her eyes. “You’re as inpatient as Luci. If you want to be helpful you can help me look for gifts.”
Michael scoffs. “Why would I do that?” The angel watches as Trixie looks at him, locking eyes with him.
“Do you want to go back to the penthouse where Lucifer and Mom are?” There’s a good few moment of silence between the two before Trixie goes back to ruffling through the racks. “As I thought. So, stop complaining and come help me find a present for Ella.”
He rolls his eyes before walking over to a clothing rack behind where Trixie was looking. He searched through the shirts for a minute or two before becoming bored again. Trixie moves a shirt out looking at it. It’s a dark brown shirt with white text Anatomy Jokes are Cornea. Trixie turns and shows it to the archangel who takes a few seconds before groaning at the pun. The Teen snickers at it and puts the shirt in her basket.
“That’s a horrible shirt.”
“Do you just plan to complain about everything?” Trixie grumbles as she grabs another shirt looking at it before putting it in her basket.
“I just don’t understand why you didn’t do all your holiday shopping online. It’s a lot easier and you don’t have to interact with people.” The archangel shrugs, following Trixie to a different department of the store.
“Right. Right. And the last time I did that Lucifer knew exactly what everyone got cause our boxes got mixed.” Trixie shrugs. “Besides, I don’t want to be home.”
Michael rolls his eyes and gives a smirk. “Right. Right. Whatever you say kid. Where to now?”
“Something for Charlie.”
Michael groans and Trixie starts off towards the toy section. “Why are you buying Chucky a gift?”
Trixie looks back at Michael over her shoulder. “Cause Linda is my aunt? And he is my cousin in law?”
“Amenadiel’s relation to the family is questionable at this point.”
“That’s beside the point? Just because his dad’s a dick doesn’t mean Charlie doesn’t get a Christmas gift.” Trixie rolls her eyes. “Besides, I babysit him and I get paid for it. He’s not even that bad of a kid.”
Trixie looks over the plush animals, before picking up a dinosaur one. “He’s fascinated by dinosaurs so it’s an easy gift.”
Michael looks over the plush, crossing his arms again at it. “Wait till he learns his father helped destroy the dinosaurs.”
Trixie pulses and stares at the archangel, who looks back at her.
“What?”
“You know, the more I learn around you and Luci the more I really think angels are dumb and petty.”
“Lucifer wouldn’t go back to hell. It wasn’t my fault he started the fight.”
“So you destroyed the dinosaurs!?”
“well, what did you think the meteor was?”
The teenager groans before stalking off away from the archangel. “I could’ve gone through this whole life without knowing that, Michael!” Michael snickers, before following the teen. “And don’t tell that to the 5 year old; let Amenadiel out himself on that story. He can deal with Charlie’s crying.”
Michael gives a small shrug. “Fine. Fine. Now where?”
Trixie looks at her phone for a second checking a note she made. “um. Something for Linda, Eve, and mom are left.”
“What about Lucifer and Mazikeen?”
“I’ve already got their gifts. Got yours too, so you two aren’t who I’m worried about.” Michael gives the teen a look who responds with a blank expression. “No, you’re not getting hints on anything.”
“Well, you do cooking classes with Eve on Thursdays. Anything you can think of for her?”
“I don’t know. The family’s hard to shop for. Between you and lucifer you two own like, most of the material plane.” Trixie sees the look Michael gives her. “Oh don’t give me that. I know you get paid the Vatican you slanted angel.”
“Slanted angel? That’s a new one, you hell spawn.”
Trixie gives him a shrug. “Anyways, that’s beside the point. You both are hard to get gifts for and so is the family. Which is why we need to pick up art supplies.”
“You’re going to drag me into a hobby lobby?”
“I’ll drag you into a michael’s if it makes you happier.”
“Trixie.”
“Saint Michael.”
The two stare at each other before Michael blinks.
“Ha! I win!”
“Uh huh. Whatever you say hell spawn.”