Feb 04, 2011 16:33
[There is a blip. No other word for it. Just a blip, and then a camera turned on. It’s not as if anything’s changed. All the books are in their proper place. The desk still has a pile of unanswered mail on top of it. The computer still looks clunky and indefinably eighties. And there’s a slightly pudgy, slightly blond, mostly human looking being named Aziraphale standing around. He’s carrying an armful of scrolls, which he promptly puts down carefully on the aforementioned desk.]
[There is a moment after the blip. And then there’s Aziraphale looking the computer in the steady blinking monitor. There’s an exhale, a funny thing, considering he doesn’t need to breathe. But there’s an exhale, all the same. He sits down in the swiveling plush chair. There’s a blink.]
[And then there’s this.]
So. That’s a virus, is it?
[He doesn't look amused.]
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