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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. 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.

[hell_on_wheels]

Lovely.

[ he waits for Aziraphale to finish locking up before stalking to his car just over the road. When Aziraphale steps into it, he'll immediately notice the foliage in the back seat. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Well, Crowley did say he got the plants, so Aziraphale doesn't question it, just gets in the car. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ Crowley's quiet for the first few moments while they drive to the Ritz, the silence filled with the bentley's chosen song for the moment. he speaks up as they swerve around a pedestrian. ]

... Y'know this means Hell will have a renewed presence in London.

[heaven_on_paper]

Mind the road!

[ It's sort of perfunctory, though. He sighs. ]

... I know.

[hell_on_wheels]

I am minding it.

[ it sounds automatic and only a little snitty, a common response for a common complaint. ]

Think you should re-do some of your wards. Just in case.

[heaven_on_paper]

Mm. Wouldn't want any trouble. After lunch, then.

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he grunts his agreement before falling quiet for a few more moments. ]

... If I'm, uh ... y'know, staying there, should ... I put some up, too?

[heaven_on_paper]

Don't you think that might—draw attention?

[hell_on_wheels]

Yeeeah, probably right. And probably shouldn't mix occult and ethereal magics anyway.

[ but he somehow looks put out by this. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale glances at him a bit curiously. ]

I'll be thorough.