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[sai_delgado]

It's one of those rare late-autumn days when it's chill out, but not yet bitterly cold

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[a_fell]

Aziraphael's been looking for her, but he's more than willing to wait. He has taken off his jacket and spread it on the grass, sitting down and reaching across her to pull the blanket more fully over her; somewhere along the way he got distracted, though.

Biting his lip and delicately working, he's attempting to gently tease a red autumn leaf out of her long hair.

[sai_delgado]

She's not very deeply asleep, and as light as the touch on her hair is, still Susan stirs slightly and turns toward him.

Eyelashes flutter as she blinks drowsily, looking up at him.

"...Aziraphael?"

[a_fell]

He smiles down at her, and he's certainly looking rather happier than he has been on his infrequent visits, say true.

"Long days and pleasant naps, Susan dear."

[sai_delgado]

A sleepy, quickly-stifled giggle, and Susan begins to untangle herself from the blanket.

"And may ye have twice the number," she tells him as she sits up, smiling. "How do'ee fare?"

She's not quite fully awake yet, but she's getting there.