Is this the real life? Is it just fantasy?--
If he resembled one of his parents more than the other, he would have appeared in a flash-- looking unapproachably cool. If he resembled his other parent more, he would have arrived smiling, attentively friendly. His entrance, however, is like neither, because he resembles both of them equally. It's subtle-- an absentminded entrance, reading an old-looking book he's holding in one hand, which would make him seem an awful lot like a nerd (he has the general fashion sense of one, after all) were it not for the wine glass in the other hand and the baseball cap perched on his head.
"With Flaming Cherubim, and golden Shields," he quietly reads to himself, snickering at the phrase and in his distraction, tripping over something -- but managing to gracefully sort himself out and save both his book and his alcohol. With a wide-eyed and excessively innocent 'Did I just do that?' sort of expression, he glances up, finally noticing his surroundings.
"H'lo," the book seems to have disappeared into thin air, the wine is finished. "Sorry 'bout that, me being clumsy and all. I'd like to say it rarely happens, but that would be a lie. Still, last time I read the book at home, Dad made fun of me and Mum tried to steal it for the bookstore, so I had to get away, you see." He pauses. "Well, not exactly steal, but forcibly bargain-- right. Anyway. The name's Samuel Crowley. Sammy, if you like, Hey you, Klutz!, if you don't."
Typist: Aziraphale/Crowley spawn ftw.
"With Flaming Cherubim, and golden Shields," he quietly reads to himself, snickering at the phrase and in his distraction, tripping over something -- but managing to gracefully sort himself out and save both his book and his alcohol. With a wide-eyed and excessively innocent 'Did I just do that?' sort of expression, he glances up, finally noticing his surroundings.
"H'lo," the book seems to have disappeared into thin air, the wine is finished. "Sorry 'bout that, me being clumsy and all. I'd like to say it rarely happens, but that would be a lie. Still, last time I read the book at home, Dad made fun of me and Mum tried to steal it for the bookstore, so I had to get away, you see." He pauses. "Well, not exactly steal, but forcibly bargain-- right. Anyway. The name's Samuel Crowley. Sammy, if you like, Hey you, Klutz!, if you don't."
Typist: Aziraphale/Crowley spawn ftw.