"I've had to be a little creative with the warding here," Aziraphale informs him as part of the tour. "Crowley is always welcome, but I'd never want another demon strolling in here as they please. I'm not sure what to do about the other angels. And apparently if my shop is open, vampires can visit, too. Of course, I didn't even know vampires were real until a few months ago. Turns out this old angel can still be surprised now and again."
A stocked kitchen sounds like a good idea to Aziraphale, although the phrase "gaming system" leaves him looking a little confused. He knows what video games are, but the terminology is beyond him. "Very considerate of you," he says finally. He'd probably get a kick out of watching Crowley play a video game, even if the swearing is inevitable.
It's reassuring enough for him that Balthazar has been flying under the radar. He raises his eyebrows at the mention of Castiel. "Oh, I doubt he could embarrass you in front of me," he says demurely, there's a touch of sass there in the way he smiles and looks away for a brief moment. After the bombshell of finding out that Balthazar is sleeping with Lucifer, he sincerely doubts that his sensibilities could be shocked any harder than that.
It is something of a nest, isn't it? Aziraphale has lined it with all his favorite things, his own little heaven on Earth. "My dear, that is how it is in London. I may be the oldest thing here, but my store certainly isn't it. I've had to be a bit creative so that humans don't wonder why each consecutive owner looks so similar to one previous to him, but I've waved it away by saying that the Fells have a very strong family resemblance."
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Date: 2019-09-15 02:15 pm (UTC)A stocked kitchen sounds like a good idea to Aziraphale, although the phrase "gaming system" leaves him looking a little confused. He knows what video games are, but the terminology is beyond him. "Very considerate of you," he says finally. He'd probably get a kick out of watching Crowley play a video game, even if the swearing is inevitable.
It's reassuring enough for him that Balthazar has been flying under the radar. He raises his eyebrows at the mention of Castiel. "Oh, I doubt he could embarrass you in front of me," he says demurely, there's a touch of sass there in the way he smiles and looks away for a brief moment. After the bombshell of finding out that Balthazar is sleeping with Lucifer, he sincerely doubts that his sensibilities could be shocked any harder than that.
It is something of a nest, isn't it? Aziraphale has lined it with all his favorite things, his own little heaven on Earth. "My dear, that is how it is in London. I may be the oldest thing here, but my store certainly isn't it. I've had to be a bit creative so that humans don't wonder why each consecutive owner looks so similar to one previous to him, but I've waved it away by saying that the Fells have a very strong family resemblance."