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Aziraphael has never particularly liked ships.
It's the dull sound of his feet on metal, the reminder that he's entirely surrounded by it - no chance of popping outside for a quick cup of tea in the sunshine. For that matter, it's the lack of sunshine, and windows, and doors that don't slide ( Read more... )
It's the dull sound of his feet on metal, the reminder that he's entirely surrounded by it - no chance of popping outside for a quick cup of tea in the sunshine. For that matter, it's the lack of sunshine, and windows, and doors that don't slide ( Read more... )
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The door slides open; Kaylee is grinning at him. "What's the news, Prior?"
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Aziraphael looks Decidedly Innocent. He's been practising.
"What news did you - oh, the Good News? I might very well have a pamphlet, somewhere..."
He starts absentmindedly patting his pockets.
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"You know whose minion I am."
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"Although I shouldn't like to leave him entirely minionless. I do hope you're doing your duty and waving him with news of all your misdeeds? He does so enjoy feeling important."
Aziraphael worries, sometimes.
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