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Who: Aziraphale & Rose Tyler
Where: Aziraphale's room
When: Sometime shortly after this and this (I think?)
What: Tea and sympathy. Except, cocoa.
Warnings: I really doubt it.
Aziraphale's room was in a state of disarray that probably didn't befit a divine being: he was usually quite well-organised, but he had a longer settling-in period than most humans and hence everything still looked a bit...unpacked. Worse still, he'd recently discovered the library, to the effect that there was now a short stack of books on his desk and another two lying open on his bed, as well as several sides of notepaper covered in his small, precise script.
He worried how it would look to a female visitor, a breed that he'd not entertained for somewhat over two centuries. Technically, he could have the place flawless in the blink of an eye but that wouldn't do - not bothering to make the effort spoke of a far more troubling inner untidiness and one couldn't hide that, certainly not forever.
He told himself, strictly, that it wouldn't do to worry about these things and went about worrying over the cocoa instead, the two cups of it sat cooling on the table.
Where: Aziraphale's room
When: Sometime shortly after this and this (I think?)
What: Tea and sympathy. Except, cocoa.
Warnings: I really doubt it.
Aziraphale's room was in a state of disarray that probably didn't befit a divine being: he was usually quite well-organised, but he had a longer settling-in period than most humans and hence everything still looked a bit...unpacked. Worse still, he'd recently discovered the library, to the effect that there was now a short stack of books on his desk and another two lying open on his bed, as well as several sides of notepaper covered in his small, precise script.
He worried how it would look to a female visitor, a breed that he'd not entertained for somewhat over two centuries. Technically, he could have the place flawless in the blink of an eye but that wouldn't do - not bothering to make the effort spoke of a far more troubling inner untidiness and one couldn't hide that, certainly not forever.
He told himself, strictly, that it wouldn't do to worry about these things and went about worrying over the cocoa instead, the two cups of it sat cooling on the table.