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[a_fell]

It's snowing gently, and it's early enough in the morning, on Boxing Day no less, that Aziraphael's footprints rarely cross others. His nose is tucked into his long green scarf, but passersby would be able to hear that he's singing softly to himself.

Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum...His

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[un_fallen]

Raguel blinks against the light, for once actually needing the coat he pulls protectively around himself. He stares around at the snow-dusted ground, at the decorations still lit from the night's festivities, and grins.

"Thanks," he says from behind his collar. "Good to be back."

[a_fell]

Aziraphael starts slowly walking in the direction of the flat, idly trying to create a perfect footprint, looking down as he speaks.

"How long has it been since you've been back?"

[un_fallen]

He shrugs.

"Oh, a century or so. Not that long, really, in the grand scheme. The trip took longer than I actually stayed; I was, er. Tracking someone."

He looks a little embarrassed at this.

[a_fell]

Aziraphael's silent for a while, apparently distracted by the careful placement of his foot.

"No one I knew, I hope?"