In the High Castle, Leroy hums to himself, flipping through a couple golden scrolls of important angelic tasks he was due to complete. His duties as an Archangel are often time-consuming, especially on days like this when he just wants a break. His beach blonde hair radiates in the sunlight from Heaven emitting from the large windows in his office. Being the best at his job also meant a ton more work. Leroy groans softly.

"I swear, I always get the most messages to deliver out of any Archangel. It's not my fault tmy other brothers can't seem to get their shit together.."