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The offered reassurances that he'd sleep in a real bed for once?

Wash kind of lied.

Awake since four in the morning UAPT, charts scattered about and coffee long gone cold at his elbow, he's pillowed his head in his arms, fast asleep at the kitchen table.

Every so often, there's a gentle snore.

Date: 2006-04-01 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
Aziraphael bustles about, very quietly.

He's only got a small satchel, since missionaries are never taken very seriously if there are luxuries aplenty, but it would be cruel and unusual punishment to expect him to do without his tea.

Eventually he's sitting at the table, one steaming cup in front of him and another set by Wash; although he's no fan of coffee he's not beyond making it for others.

After a moment or two, he politely prods the pilot's arm.

Date: 2006-04-01 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com





"I should jolly well hope not."

Date: 2006-04-01 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"It's a defensive move I've had many years in which to master."

Although he's a touch out of practice, of course.

"And I've only just arrived, my dear, I haven't the foggiest. I hope you'll excuse me for asking what makes this table more attractive than your bed?"

Date: 2006-04-01 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"That interesting, is it?"

Aziraphael eyes the charts dubiously.

"You know you'll be functioning better if you get some real sleep, yes? In a bed, with darkness and such? If you're having trouble with that you could always take these with you for a bit of light reading - they seem effective for that, at least."

Date: 2006-04-01 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"It's a wise plan; business and pleasure rarely mix well." His voice is rather wry.

"What have you been up to that's tired you out so? I hope you're taking proper care of yourself; if you undo all my hard work I might be forced to smite you."

Date: 2006-04-01 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"This would be 'the Niska thing', would it?" He frowns, slightly. "Refresh my memory?"

Date: 2006-04-01 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"I could lecture about violence not being the answer, I suppose, but I think the circumstances illustrate that far better than I'd manage."

And then for a moment the angelic obligation is pushed aside; it's family, after all.

"And no one else was - you weren't hurt, at all?"

Date: 2006-04-01 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"Well I'm grateful to hear that at least." He sighs. "I don't suppose you could possibly consider fetching Security, next time? Have mercy on my poor nerves?"

It's never exactly comforting to know that one would be five hundred years too late to help.

Date: 2006-04-09 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"...or you could always cut out the threats altogether, young man."

He does the stern face rather well.

Date: 2006-04-09 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"I think a few horses would brighten up the place, rather."

Serene, now.

"And how is Zoe? I've not run into her an awful lot."

He clears his throat.

"And... well, to be quite honest, she's always rather intimidated me."

Date: 2006-04-09 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"...so it's probably best I continue to make sure I'm out of her way."

Date: 2006-04-09 05:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"I shall make a note of it. I'd never here the end of it if I returned from Missioning missing vital pieces of my anatomy, you know."

Date: 2006-04-09 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
Aziraphael sips his tea, smiling very slightly.

"Then you have a far higher opinion of Crowley's self control than is perhaps deserved."

Date: 2006-04-09 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
And yet, still so pretty.

Aziraphael's slightly pink along the cheekbones.

"Yes, I'd thank you not to. I realise that with your wife at seven months you might start considering new things, but I'd far rather you left me out of it."

He's not quite managing to keep the laughter out of his voice.

Date: 2006-04-09 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"...somehow I'm not quite managing to feel offended."

Date: 2006-04-09 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com













"I'm going to let that slide."

Such control!

"This once."

Date: 2006-04-09 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
"But Crowley will be getting a piece of my mind, that's for certain."

Date: 2006-04-09 07:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
Aziraphael facepalms.

"Oh heck, you haven't read it?"

Date: 2006-04-09 07:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com






"Well it was a very nice dress."

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