1st Book || [Audio]

[manicuredangel]

I'm not quite certain I yet understand what has transpired. The apocalypse, perhaps? But if that were the case, I can't truly imagine I'd end up in this space-faring vessel. I feel at a loss. My books... All those years

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[voice]

[yellow_snakeyes]

There's no such thing as "too much mischief."

Where the hell have you been?

[action]

[manicuredangel]

[He deflates a bit.]

No... I...

[He frowns.]

Nevermind.

[action]

[yellow_snakeyes]

[Gosh, he was just teasing. :<]

There's an even better one across from your shop.

[action]

[manicuredangel]

[Sometimes he can't tell, Serpent. :<]

Are you hungry, Crowley?

[action]

[yellow_snakeyes]

No, I'm thirsty.

[pause]

Are you?

[action]

[manicuredangel]

I'm not particularly hungry. But there should be biscuits in my shop if we need a little something.

[action]

[yellow_snakeyes]

[If Aziraphale thinks there will be biscuits, there will be biscuits. Convenient, that.]

Good. There's plenty of time for sushi later, anyway.

The shop's up two levels from here. We can either take the stairs or the elevator.

[action]

[manicuredangel]

[Granted, Aziraphale preferred to buy his biscuits rather than to miracle them subconsciously.]

Er... We can take the stairs...

[Two flights wouldn't be too bad, right?]

[action]

[yellow_snakeyes]

[What Aziraphale doesn't realize about miracled biscuits won't hurt him.]

Stairs it is. Over here.

[No, two flights won't be too bad. And infinitely preferable to the elevators, which are full of obnoxious personalities. But Aziraphale doesn't get to find that out yet, lucky for him. 8)]

[action]

[manicuredangel]

[Two flights! Okay! He doesn't lag too far behind Crowley on the stairs. Maybe a step or two.]

[action]

[yellow_snakeyes]

[And the new floor they emerge on is just as busy as the one they left behind - maybe even busier - and is packed full of shop fronts and narrow streets and hundreds of busy alien pedestrians.]

...Still with me, angel?

[tease tease tease]

[action]

[manicuredangel]

[pout]

Of course I am.

[action]

[yellow_snakeyes]

Good. Shop's down this way.

[He leads him along the main 'street' for a bit before turning off onto a smaller side-street. A quick jaunt down that path to the next corner and...a very familiar shopfront is now plainly visible.]

[action]

[manicuredangel]

[A look of elation that creeps upon the angel's face once he sees his shop and it seems to fuel an inner, happy glow. Amidst all this bizarre alien mess is something grounding. Something normal. Something that is entirely him. And it is thankfully off the beaten path. He lets out a sigh of relief and strides toward the shop rather more confidently than before

[action]

[yellow_snakeyes]

[Crowley falls a few steps behind as Aziraphale strides ahead, and quietly trails inside the bookshop after him. He's watching the angel intently as he stands unobtrusively to one side, secretly pleased at the effect the bookstore seems to be having on his counterpart.]

[But when Aziraphale looks up and thanks him, Crowley shrugs, dropping his gaze. He's never quite sure what to do with gratitude. Especially the angel's.]

'S not like it was difficult, or anything.

[Only the occasional battle with Chihaya to keep the dust and cobwebs where they are, thankyouverymuch, and that one time some brat managed to steal a handful of Aziraphale's favorite books...it had been a pain in the arse, but he'd sorted her out in the end. Not that Aziraphale needed to know that.]

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[manicuredangel]

[He sets the book back in its spot on its shelf.]

Come on, my dear. I owe you some wine.