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[bibliophilistic]

Hm. Well, this is certainly... Interesting... [The angel mused as he stared at all of the glittering stars.] I never imagined that I would be seeing any of this close up. This can't possibly be a dream, because I know that I didn't go to sleep. But, I can't figure out how on Earth I came to be here.

[Bringing his eyes down from the sparkling

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[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley is out and about on the Plane for once (as in, going out further than from between his room and the bar, which are right next to each other). And here he is, strolling (well, staggering) near the Information desk and hearing...

Huh... What a familiar scenario this is... Walking near the Information Booth, drunk, and hearing Aziraphale's voice...

He heads toward the sounds. It's almost as if... It's almost as if... Naw, it can't be.

The demon turns the corner, spotting the angel. There's definitely something odd about him. Like he's... A different Aziraphale. He shrugs it off as drunkenness.

But bloody hell, it's so good to see Aziraphale again. He steps over to him with swift strides (hardly stumbling at all!). Crowley reaches for Aziraphale and pulls him close. He hesitates for only a moment, lips brushing together before he kisses him wholeheartedly.]

Angel, if you bloody forgot about me for two bloody months for a book, I'm going to be very upset.

[bibliophilistic]

Ah, Crowle- [The angel is cut off by the rather unexpected kiss.]

What on Earth are you talking about? And what was t-that kiss for?

[eyesofaserpent]

It been two bloody long months since you were here last. [He frowns a bit, a thought crossing his mind that hadn't been there before.] Did you just not like fucking me as a lady?

[Why yes, he's still rather drunk.]

[bibliophilistic]

Did I not like... [This right here. This is the angel turning bright red.]

Are you drunk?

[holmes_fanatic]

[What astral plane would be complete without a seven-year-old detective disconsolately poking around the place.

I will leave it to you to decide whether he caught Azipharale's mention of Crowley or witnessed Crowley's ... greeting -- either way you've got his attention.]

Ah -- you're a friend of Crowley-san's?

[bibliophilistic]

[For Aziraphale's sake, we'll go with him just hearing the angel mention Crowley.]

I am! Is he here as well?

[holmes_fanatic]

[Poor guy.]

He is but ... I didn't really expect to meet anyone from his world here.

[bibliophilistic]

Has he been here for very long?

[onperfectlips]

Aziraphale! [Beaming, Gwen rushed over to greet him.] Have you spoken to Crowley? He's going to be delighted to see you.

[bibliophilistic]

Oh... Ah. Yes, I have. [This is really not a situation he'd ever thought he'd have to deal with. Forgive him being a little flustered.]

I apologize for this, but it seems I'm not the same Aziraphale that was here previously. May I ask your name?

[onperfectlips]

Then I'm sorry for confusing you even more.

I'm Gwen. Guinevere. [Yes, that one.]

[bibliophilistic]

It's quite alright, dear.

And it's a pleasure to meet you, Guinevere.

[pintsizeddeath]

[Now there's a nice sight!]

'Zira! Hey! You gotta go find Crowley!

[bibliophilistic]

I already have. Or, more accurately, he found me.

I will be honest with you; I am not the same Aziraphale that was here. Which is not something I'd imagined I'd ever have to say...

[pintsizeddeath]

Eh? Ah. Okay.

[Well. Whatever then. Guess his job here is done with, hm?]

Did he take it alright?

[bibliophilistic]

As well as Crowley can, I think.

It is good to see that he has so many friends here.