It's Levi's first time meeting a number of Balthazar's friends and acquaintances today. Some he's recognized on sight, some he needed introductions for, but Aziraphale is one that occupies almost as much of the angel's affections as Lucifer, though those affections are strictly platonic in Aziraphale's case. Of course, Levi knows him on sight, and he breaks into a smile, putting his sketchbook aside.
"Aziraphale. Yeah, I know!" His body language and accent, the angel will notice, are quite different from Balthazar's. There's a weariness and slouch to his posture that the angel doesn't have, and there are hints of Brooklyn and London that are absent in Balthazar's accent. His gaze is a little softer, too, without the weight of eons of war.
"Were you looking for him? He's...sleeping, kinda. Gave me the day to draw."
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Date: 2020-08-16 05:36 pm (UTC)"Aziraphale. Yeah, I know!" His body language and accent, the angel will notice, are quite different from Balthazar's. There's a weariness and slouch to his posture that the angel doesn't have, and there are hints of Brooklyn and London that are absent in Balthazar's accent. His gaze is a little softer, too, without the weight of eons of war.
"Were you looking for him? He's...sleeping, kinda. Gave me the day to draw."