777 Abby Road, Tuesday Afternoon (11/20) (NWS)

[ditheringangel]

About an hour after his chat with Jack in the park -- enough time for the Captain to finish his "stroll" and make himself at home in the angel's house -- Aziraphale walked in the back door. He was dressed in his shirt and coat again, although the shirt had been left untucked and his hair was mussed

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[time_watcher]

Jack had actually helped himself to a glass of water and some ice, the latter of which he was currently crunching between his teeth as he sprawled on the sofa watching the doorway.

Smiling, Jack deftly flipped the ice cube around with his lips, applying his tongue to the solid bit of water in a thoroughly promising manner as he arched his eyebrows at the angel.

Surely Aziraphale wasn't going to spend all this time gabbing?

[ditheringangel]

Jack hadn't been around Aziraphale long enough if he didn't believe the angel quite capable of wasting all kinds of time in dithering. It was his special gift.

The lack of a verbal response had Aziraphale heading for the living room, quirking an eyebrow as he saw the other man comfortably sprawled out and chewing on an ice cube.

Or rather, doing something downright lewd to an ice cube.

"Those aren't shoes on my good furniture, are they?" the angel murmured, his eyes darkening to a deeper blue as he moved across the room.

[time_watcher]

While Jack might not have been around long enough to be able to identify a good dither when he saw one, he was at least perceptive enough to know that so long as he kept his mouth shut, Aziraphale would have a harder time ... dithering.

Looking down at where his workboots were in fact perched on Phale's coffee table, changable blue eyes swung back up towards the angel and he arched expressive eyebrows.

Yes. Whatchagonnadoaboutit?

[ditheringangel]

Jack got an 'oh really?' look in return, his silence doing the trick both of cutting off Aziraphale's dithering and drawing his mischievous streak a little closer to the surface.

Shrugging out of his coat and hanging it neatly on a hook on the kitchen wall, the angel walked across the room. He stopped when he got to the couch and bent one knee to rest on the edge of it, leaning down to place his mouth close to the other man's ear. "Shoes off the furniture...please," he whispered.