Data VII [action'd]

[swiftartifice]

[As of now, Zexion is just sitting in his room; he made a habit of taking one of those armchairs from the library because he enjoys sitting in them and he has a book open.

Too bad he's really, really not concentrating on the book, and more thinking about the gratuitous amount of stupid he pulled a week or two ago, and vaguely wondering how much

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right before I go to bed fff

[somewhatfussy]

[Aziraphale has long since finished scolding Crowley about that gratuitous stupidity, and now, well. It's Zexion's turn. It takes a brief bit of wandering for him to remember which room is Zexion's (oh, dear, he should get out more) before he stops in front of the door.

This is not going to be very enjoyable.

He knocks.]

nooo don't leave D:

[swiftartifice]

[You really needn't, Azi, he's been doing quite a bit of it himself. But nevertheless, he's not entirely expecting company (considering no one really visits him), so he doesn't think much of it.]

Come in.

fffff

[somewhatfussy]

[Aziraphale collects his thoughts, tries not to look too furious, and opens the door. He steps in silently and closes it behind him and only then does he actually look at Zexion.

He wonders what Zexion expects him to act like. This is probably not what he has in mind. Aziraphale folds his arms and, very pointedly, frowns.]

So, Zexion, how are you?

>3>

[swiftartifice]

[now, meanwhile, this wasn't something Zexion was expecting. The Angel didn't just show up, especially with his Angry Face on. Part of that was slightly worrying to Zexion, mostly because he wasn't totally sure what was wrong. And the not being in control part was the thing that threw him the most.

Nevertheless, he put his book down gently, folding his glasses and setting them on the table, crossing his fingers. Maybe he can pull one over on this.]

Quite fine, thank you Aziraphale. It's been a while.