Aziraphale is left staring at his smartphone after Balthazar hangs up. What was that. all about? He sighs and sets the device down, then uses a small miracle to reheat the cocoa in his angel wing mug.
And then another miracle to add some Irish cream to it. He has a feeling he'll need it.
The flickering lights are new; angels on his world don't appear with much fanfare. (Unless, that is, they want to.) Balthazar appears in the back room of the bookshop, a cozy space consisting of a desk and a few pieces of comfortable furniture from the Victorian era. There is a gramophone, as well as a popcorn maker for some reason.
"Hello, Balthazar." Aziraphale still looks worried, but he's calmed himself enough that he can be a proper host. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"
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Date: 2019-09-09 01:45 am (UTC)And then another miracle to add some Irish cream to it. He has a feeling he'll need it.
The flickering lights are new; angels on his world don't appear with much fanfare. (Unless, that is, they want to.) Balthazar appears in the back room of the bookshop, a cozy space consisting of a desk and a few pieces of comfortable furniture from the Victorian era. There is a gramophone, as well as a popcorn maker for some reason.
"Hello, Balthazar." Aziraphale still looks worried, but he's calmed himself enough that he can be a proper host. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"