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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]

You put it in a bucket?

[hell_on_wheels]

So it cam dump on anyone who came through the door, yeah.

[heaven_on_paper]

I shudder to think.

[ He doesn't physically shudder, but he does take a long sip of his drink. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he waves a hand, then reaches for the bottle of wine to refill his glass. ]

Well, it worked, and now no one should hopefully mess with us for a while.

[heaven_on_paper]

Right you are, of course. Yes. Quite right.

[ But he can't help glancing anxiously at Crowley again a few times. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he concentrates on refilling his cup and draining half of it again before he glances back at Aziraphale, happening to catch his eyes for a brief second. ]

... What?

[heaven_on_paper]

Nothing!

[hell_on_wheels]

[ his eyes narrow behind the lenses. ]

Whaaaaat?

[heaven_on_paper]

Nothing. Really. Don't like to think about it, that's all.

[hell_on_wheels]

Mmm, probably why you took so long to give it to me.

[heaven_on_paper]

Obviously.

[hell_on_wheels]

But it didn't happen. Whatever it is you're not imagining. Still here, angel.

[heaven_on_paper]

If you're trying to be reassuring—

—well, if you're trying to be reassuring, it's very kind and you're doing rather well.

[hell_on_wheels]

[ he scoffs, the sound coming through his nose and his tone nowhere near the realm of annoyed. ]

Shut up, angel.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ he shuts up and sips his drink again, but he looks much happier. ]

[hell_on_wheels]

[ what good timing for their (Aziraphale's) food to come out and be brought to their table then! ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Yes, he doesn't have any nagging distractions from thanking the server effusively and cutting his first tidy bite. ]