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flybywashThe 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.
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.
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Date: 2006-04-01 04:43 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-04-01 04:56 am (UTC)Silence.
A sniff.
Bleary-eyed and blinking, Wash pivots his head just enough to peek over the edge of his arms at the coffee and Aziraphael both. The angel gets a longer look.
"You," he declares with the gravitas of the half-awake, as he raises his head, "are not my wife."
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Date: 2006-04-01 04:59 am (UTC)"I should jolly well hope not."
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Date: 2006-04-01 05:07 am (UTC)"Sorry. How long've I -- ooh."
It's fresh coffee. No wonder it smelled so good.
"Did you make that?"
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Date: 2006-04-01 05:19 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2006-04-01 05:26 am (UTC)He casts a wry glance over the charts.
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Date: 2006-04-01 05:39 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2006-04-01 05:48 am (UTC)He punctuates this with a long slurp of coffee and rubs his eyes again.
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:08 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:13 am (UTC)Another sip of coffee. It's a good way to forestall.
"Anybody fill you in on our little adventure in the bar last week?"
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-01 06:26 am (UTC)"Taking the longer story and chopping it up into ittybitty pieces...Niska shows up, I see him, I try to stab him, Jayne actually stabs him, Mal punches him, we all wind up in the very small and windowless cells for a while while he's still walking around."
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:37 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:40 am (UTC)His coffee's growing more fascinating by the minute.
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Date: 2006-04-01 07:07 am (UTC)It's never exactly comforting to know that one would be five hundred years too late to help.
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Date: 2006-04-01 07:13 am (UTC)But Wash nods, lips twisting into another small, wry smile, and says, "Shi a." An absent gesture follows. "I always get the order confused -- Security first, then threats."
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Date: 2006-04-09 04:51 am (UTC)He does the stern face rather well.
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Date: 2006-04-09 04:59 am (UTC)Wash shrinks down in his chair half an inch, completely involuntarily. When he realizes what he's doing, he straightens back up, eyeing Aziraphael.
"You gotta teach me how to do that," he comments weakly. "Maybe I can use it on Naomi when I come in here and find her drawing horses all over the walls."
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Date: 2006-04-09 05:07 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2006-04-09 05:19 am (UTC)"Zoe's always intimidating. Some of us are just too stupid to notice and don't figure it out 'til after we're falling madly in love with her. She's, ah...." An absent scratch along the edge of his jaw. "Doing okay, for the seven months pregnant version of the word."
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Date: 2006-04-09 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 05:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 06:00 am (UTC)Once he's recovered (well, mostly): "I thought angels didn't have anatomy."
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Date: 2006-04-09 06:07 am (UTC)"Then you have a far higher opinion of Crowley's self control than is perhaps deserved."
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Date: 2006-04-09 06:15 am (UTC)They're his uncles. It's almost as bad as parents: you know it happens, you accept that it happens, but you don't ever actually want to dwell on it happening.
With the added benefit that they're old.
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Date: 2006-04-09 06:29 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-04-09 06:41 am (UTC)He props his forehead against the heel of his palm, caught in a horrified, full-out snickerfit.
"I will never," he tries to say, attempting to cobble together what little dignity he has left, "be that desperate, Aziraphael."
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Date: 2006-04-09 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 06:46 am (UTC)He glances up, still working to smother his laughter, and there is a decidedly wicked gleam in his eye.
Waving a hand, airily, "Guys with chubby hands, you know. I don't go for that."
You can't call down lightning in outer space, right?
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Date: 2006-04-09 06:57 am (UTC)"I'm going to let that slide."
Such control!
"This once."
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Date: 2006-04-09 06:58 am (UTC)Beams.
Innocently.
Somewhere in there, there's another demure sip of coffee.
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Date: 2006-04-09 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 07:11 am (UTC)Beat.
"Told me it annoyed you, yeah, but -- "
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Date: 2006-04-09 07:29 am (UTC)"Oh heck, you haven't read it?"
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Date: 2006-04-09 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 07:58 am (UTC)"Well it was a very nice dress."
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Date: 2006-04-21 02:24 am (UTC)Straight-faced.