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[heaven_on_paper]

further nife and accurate prophecies concerning the worlde that is to com

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[heaven_on_paper]

[ Rather than a folding map, it's a bound road atlas, so it just... falls open to the right page. ]

Must you? I do have other customers, you know. Human customers.

[unfriendlygreen]

They wouldn't notice me nor anything unusual about what I'm doing/

[heaven_on_paper]

All the same...

[unfriendlygreen]

I am not a threat to you or your humans.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He gives a polite little smile and head tilt. ]

Well.

... will that map suffice?

[unfriendlygreen]

It will do, thank you.

[ he closes the book, fully intending to take it with him. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale doesn't actually approach him, but he does position himself between Ragnor and the door. ]

Were you—hoping to purchase the volume?

[unfriendlygreen]

Borrow it. It will be returned in a few days, once I can open a doorway back to my own world.

[heaven_on_paper]

This is not a lending library.

[unfriendlygreen]

Oh, for Lilith's sake. I'll buy it then.

[heaven_on_paper]

Well, actually, I'm afraid that book has yet to be valued. Perhaps you should return next week.

[unfriendlygreen]

I will not be in this plane by next week.

[ he snaps his fingers and a pile of bound bills appear on his desk. ]

I am certain that will do.

[heaven_on_paper]

Sir! This is not a negotiation!

[ But he does really want this guy to not be on this plane of existence anymore hm. ]

... you can simply consult it here.

[unfriendlygreen]

Will you be providing lodging as well?

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He does hesitate, wincing, but after weighing the options, he sighs. ]

If you require it.

[unfriendlygreen]

That would discourage me from borrowing your book without your knowledge.

[heaven_on_paper]

That had occurred to me, yes.

[unfriendlygreen]

My name is Ragnor Fell.

[heaven_on_paper]

Mr. Fell? But that's what I go by!

[ Indignant! ]

[unfriendlygreen]

Splendid, I can be your younger, much better-looking brother. Temporarily in town.

[heaven_on_paper]

Distant cousin. If anyone asks. ... perhaps you should just stay upstairs.

[unfriendlygreen]

Try to pay less attention to what I look like for a second, would you?

[ if Aziraphale does, he will see the glamour; a 30 year old white man with reddish brown hair. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He flaps a hand like yeah, yeah, you're magic, I get it, still sounding politely impatient. ]

Yes, you did say you'd pass unnoticed.

[ He just doesn't want people to think they're related. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

Good.

I assume my bedroom is upstairs then?

[heaven_on_paper]

Yes. Oh. Do you require... any particular sustenance, or...?