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[heaven_on_paper]

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[heaven_on_paper]

[ So what does Crowley do when he shows up at his flat and it isn't his flat anymore, but Shax's? ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he curses up a storm for one thing, besides managing to get his plants packed up in boxes to take out of his flat (and that took more convincing than he cares to admit, but he wanted to get them all). eventually, he speeds his way over to Soho only to stomp his way into the bookshop, shouting as soon as the door is closed behind him and startling the customer near the front. ]

Angel!

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He glances up from his desk. ]

I'm right here. There's no need to shout.

[ But once he's had a look at Crowley, he gets up at once, gesturing him towards the back of the shop. ]

What's the matter?

[hell_on_wheels]

[ one look will show that he's clearly agitated and angry, but on a different level than his normal grousing. he stalks back in the intended direction once Aziraphale gestures it. ]

I've been evicted.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He shuts them into the back room where the customers can't hear them. Maybe it doesn't quite make sense that they can't, but they can't. ]

Evicted? From your flat?

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he practically prowls along the edges of the room, still seething and needing to move and vent. ]

Where else! Hell's gone and given it to someone else.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale stands still with his hands clasped in front of him, tracking Crowley's movement with his eyes. ]

But it's your flat!

[hell_on_wheels]

It belongs to Hell's representative, always has done. And since I'm on the outs ...

[ he gestures rather than finishing the sentence. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Oh.

[ grimly ]

Oh, I see.

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he lets out a breath that's more growl than sigh, but he stops pacing at least. ]

Least I was able to get my plants out.

[heaven_on_paper]

Well, that's something. And you've still got the car.

[ It's not a question. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

Oh, I never put that on any of the paperwork.

[heaven_on_paper]

Good.

[ Firmly. It's not like Aziraphale has to feel bad about circumventing Hell's bureaucracy. ]

That's one less thing to worry about.

[hell_on_wheels]

And a fair number of other things to worry about in its place.

[ he grumbles, but finally takes off his sunglasses. ]

[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.