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[nobebop]

WHO: Aziraphale [nobebop], Tira [seeyouinpieces]
WHAT: The (former) angel is too nice for his own good, and schedules a little get together with a psycho.
WHERE: Aziraphale and Crowley's residence.
WHEN: Noon.

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[seeyouinpieces]

Tira was not always one for having tea parties, but with the promise of sugary drinks and biscuits? Well, she could make an exception. She did like sweet things ever so much.

And so she cheerfully set off in search of Aziraphale's house, both herself and her blade now clean from the blood she had so recently spilled. Although Tira had promised not to kill this man she was meeting with, she still did not leave her weapon behind -- it was almost like a part of her, in a way. She was rarely seen without it.

Finally, she located the house Aziraphale has described to her. The girl went up to the door and knocked, calling out a sweet little "hello~?" in a voice that shouldn't be paired with a psychotic killer.

[nobebop]

There was a light knock on his door, and a sweet voice on the other side. Aziraphale smiled despite how fearful he was. He was a human. He had to be extra careful around this woman even if she promised not to kill him. The (former) angel was gullible, but if a woman said she killed someone for fun, that should give him enough reason to be wary around her.

He opened the door, and was met with a...scantily clad grown woman with a sinister look about her. To top it off, she was carrying a weapon.

Aziraphale gulped. God help him now.

"Come in! Everything is set, dear."

[seeyouinpieces]

Tira was so used to others being absolutely terrified of her that she took no notice of the nervous gulp Aziraphale took. Smiling brightly, the woman stepped inside when he told her to come in.

The ring blade was slung over her shoulder and right now she seemed far from hostile -- but really, who knew? Tira's emotions were able to switch in seconds. Purple eyes looked over the new surroundings, curious and interested by the house's layout. "Such a pretty house~" She remarked cheerfully.

[nobebop]

"Ah, yes." Aziraphale closed the door behind them, and led her into the dining room where the tea and lunch were set up. Everything was decorated, clean, rich, and not to Aziraphale's personal tastes. He much preferred his dusty bookshop and more humble lodgings, but Crowley basically asked him to move in and he could not refuse. "This is all my friend's doing. He has...exceptional taste, you can say."

Reaching the table, he pulled out a chair for the woman. "Here you go, dear."