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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]

Yes. This new representative, for example. Anyone you know?

[hell_on_wheels]

Some ... [ he gestures with the hand still holding his sunglasses. ] ... low-level demon, think she was in admissions before.

[heaven_on_paper]

You needn't see much of her, anyway, I wouldn't think. If anything, this may mean they really are going to leave you strictly alone.

[ he perks up a little ]

I say. Perhaps you're really, officially... unemployed.

[hell_on_wheels]

Sure, I mean, we knew that already. And now also unhoused.

[heaven_on_paper]

We didn't really know, though, did we? I mean, we didn't get any kind of formal agreement. We just guessed. And hoped.

[ Aziraphale may have seen Beelzebub nod along to the idea of leaving Crowley alone, but it was hardly a contract or any real assurance. Not that this is either, but he's warming to his subject regardless. ]

But sending a replacement seems... more concrete, if you see what I mean. Could be taken as encouraging. And of course it's a shame about your flat, but... you could always stay here, you know, on those occasions when you need a place to hang your hat. Or dark glasses.

[hell_on_wheels]

What ... here?

[ his voice sounds odd and high here. for some reason. ]

In the shop?

[heaven_on_paper]

Well, it's not as though we need to conceal our acquaintance. The jig is up, as they say, very thoroughly on that point.

[hell_on_wheels]

But still ... here?

[heaven_on_paper]

[ in a burst of enthusiasm ]

I don't see why not!

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he looks a bit like a gaping fish for a moment, his mouth opening and then snapping shut. his earlier anger has completely disappeared in favor of surprise and confusion. ]

... I mean ... if you're sure?

[heaven_on_paper]

Yes. Not a problem. Least I can do, really.

[hell_on_wheels]

Aren't you worried about ...

[ he points upward. ]

If you were worried about needing any kind of formal agreement.

[heaven_on_paper]

Oh, they're not speaking to me up there.

[ Somewhat bitterly, even though he did want to be left alone. For awhile. In theory. But he shakes it off. ]

And they've no grounds to complain, anyway. I won't be sheltering a representative of Hell.

[hell_on_wheels]

Not a current one, anyway.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He gives Crowley's arm a little pat. ]

Don't fuss. You can always make other arrangements eventually if that would suit you better. I'm only saying, my door is open.

[hell_on_wheels]

Maybe I feel like fussing.

[ but it's a weak protest, looking almost hesitant now. ]

I mean ... if you don't mind.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale beams at him. ]

Then it's settled. Have you already had lunch?

[hell_on_wheels]

Ah ... not as such. Was busy, just a bit.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He nods, having expected as much, and even a little pleased, because it means he can offer. ]

Shall we?

[hell_on_wheels]

Alright, since you insist.

[ grumbling but also a little pleased too. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Where to?

[ He heads back out front, politely shooing customers out so he can lock up. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

Somewhere with an obscene amount of alcohol.

[ he puts his sunglasses back on again before stepping out where the customers are. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Not the pub. At least, not the one on this block.

[hell_on_wheels]

Nah, the pubs'll be crowded this time of day anyway. Ritz?

[heaven_on_paper]

May as well.