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Date: November 6
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Aziraphale is leaving.
The Metatron liked chairs in general, but he wasn't convinced that pink was an appropiate colour. Nevertheless, it was at least somewhat comfortable, and provided a good view when he looked up from the book he was reading (initially a discourse on evolution as opposed to creation, now an essay on semiology due to a burst of irritation).
Besides, it was out in the lobby, which he understood people tended to pass through, and it might be an idea to be more acquainted with people. It wasn't that he hadn't meant to previously, it just... had ended up not happening very much. Possibly staying in the room to read those particular books hadn't helped.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up, and blinked. "Aziraphale?"
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Aziraphale is leaving.
The Metatron liked chairs in general, but he wasn't convinced that pink was an appropiate colour. Nevertheless, it was at least somewhat comfortable, and provided a good view when he looked up from the book he was reading (initially a discourse on evolution as opposed to creation, now an essay on semiology due to a burst of irritation).
Besides, it was out in the lobby, which he understood people tended to pass through, and it might be an idea to be more acquainted with people. It wasn't that he hadn't meant to previously, it just... had ended up not happening very much. Possibly staying in the room to read those particular books hadn't helped.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up, and blinked. "Aziraphale?"