Date: April 23rd Place: The Manor grounds Status: Public - Aziraphale and Michael (anyone is welcome, though) Summary: Michael is skilled at avoidance. Operation: Avoid Gabriel has now commenced.
"I'd like to think I'm a pretty good catch," said Michael suddenly. "I mean, I'm kind of a big deal. You'd think that someone would like to date me, but nooooooo, I said, 'oh by the way I love you,' and he said, 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111111111111111111111111'"
Michael gave him an affronted gape. "I never embellish anything, thank you. And anyway, it's... kind of a long story. Things were said, things were stabbed, and yeah."
He kicked at a pebble. "I guess I need something to do to distract myself now. Any chance your wing's healed up?"
"Yeah, it would be a shame," he muttered. "But I can't look at him, I just can't. You know what I mean? I mean, I've known for a long time that my feelings weren't, um, reciprocated, I really did. But it's one thing to know it, and another thing to be punched in the face with it. You know what I mean?"
Michael needed a little reassurance that he wasn't the only angel to be spurned for love. It just didn't happen that often with their kind, and now that he'd been denied, he was reeling.
(Although he would never ever admit it, and if Aziraphale told anyone how vulnerable Michael was acting, he would find himself recalled to Heaven and stuck doing grunt work for eternity.)
Sauntering over the grounds, Loki spotted two figures, one of which looked remarkably like Aziraphale from behind. The other he had seen on the easter party, but not had any chance to talk to in more detail yet.
He approached them quietly from behind, not sneaking but not exactly stampeding either.
Truth be told, Michael was no longer listening to Aziraphale. Instead he was paying very close attention to whoever was approaching from behind. Not a demon, but that didn't mean they weren't antagonistic.
Well. If this whoever it was thought to get the drop on him, it was sorely mistaken.
And, for being nice, he would make sure the Nerd didn't get offed too.
This guy could be the world's greatest listener, but that didn't mean Michael was going to talk about anything close to being that personal with someone he didn't know. So, it was time to change the subject.
Loki crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned lightly on the bench's backrest between the two of them from behind. He could look at them comfortably that way, while Aziraphale and Michael had to twist their necks of turn half around to look him in the face.
"Hello, Michael," he said. "I am a jötunn. You, apparently, are half bird."
Leaning towards Auiraphale, he added with a smile clear in his voice: "It's a legitimate question in these parts, don't you agree?"
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He kicked at a pebble. "I guess I need something to do to distract myself now. Any chance your wing's healed up?"
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"Oh," he managed at length, rendered speechless for the first time in five hundred years or so.*
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* He was pretty pissed at what happened to Jeanne d'Arc. Then again, who wasn't?
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Michael needed a little reassurance that he wasn't the only angel to be spurned for love. It just didn't happen that often with their kind, and now that he'd been denied, he was reeling.
(Although he would never ever admit it, and if Aziraphale told anyone how vulnerable Michael was acting, he would find himself recalled to Heaven and stuck doing grunt work for eternity.)
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He approached them quietly from behind, not sneaking but not exactly stampeding either.
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Well. If this whoever it was thought to get the drop on him, it was sorely mistaken.
And, for being nice, he would make sure the Nerd didn't get offed too.
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His tone was light, not matching the look of concern he had put onto his face.
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"Hi. What are you?"
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"Hello, Michael," he said. "I am a jötunn. You, apparently, are half bird."
Leaning towards Auiraphale, he added with a smile clear in his voice: "It's a legitimate question in these parts, don't you agree?"
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