The Kitchen of 777 Abby Road, Friday Afternoon (11/16)
The back door to the residence at 777 Abby Road stood open, allowing some perhaps unexpected sounds to drift out. Anyone happening to walk down the drive toward the back of the house would hear a mixture of muffled clanking, thumping, and cursing.
Cursing that would put a sailor to shame, in fact.
This was because Aziraphale had discovered a leak in the kitchen plumbing. And because Wilson had always liked these things to be fixed the 'normal' way when at all possible, the angel was playing plumber. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, so as to avoid ruining any of his good clothes, and was currently halfway in the cupboard under the sink with his legs sticking out.
"Bugger!" he exclaimed, following a particularly loud thump. One foot kicked outward, knocking over a tall stool standing by the kitchen island. Then another stream of curses that would peel paint.
Bet you didn't know the angel knew all those words.
[ooc: Open if you want to laugh at the angel trying to fix plumbing, or boggle at his language.]
Cursing that would put a sailor to shame, in fact.
This was because Aziraphale had discovered a leak in the kitchen plumbing. And because Wilson had always liked these things to be fixed the 'normal' way when at all possible, the angel was playing plumber. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, so as to avoid ruining any of his good clothes, and was currently halfway in the cupboard under the sink with his legs sticking out.
"Bugger!" he exclaimed, following a particularly loud thump. One foot kicked outward, knocking over a tall stool standing by the kitchen island. Then another stream of curses that would peel paint.
Bet you didn't know the angel knew all those words.
[ooc: Open if you want to laugh at the angel trying to fix plumbing, or boggle at his language.]