The Park - Monday late morning
Wilson whos internet died last night causing much woe and Aziraphale had gone home from the memorial and spent a quiet night with a few bottles of wine and good memories of Bel Not!Dirty.
Morning found them awake a itching with some pent up energy. The lack of classes meant that some of that energy was expended in a natural adult activity but after getting cleaned up and enjoying some breakfast the pair tumbled out of the house and headed out into the park to play in the snow before it all melted away.
Play today took the form of trying to pummel each other into various snow drifts. After a few passes in which the doctor managed to stuff large amounts of snow down the back of Phale’s sweater, the angel banished his sweater and the shirt beneath and unfurled broad white wings. He also took advantage of Wilson’s momentary pause and stare at nekkid angel chest to drop a tree full of snow on the oncologist’s head.
The snow squabble heated up in earnest at that point. Aziraphale formed up groups of snowballs and then used his wings to buffet the little snowy missiles at the doctor who was forced to take cover behind a tree. But, not to be kept down for long, Wilson charged the angel, knocking into the other man and sending them both tail over teacups down a small incline.
As both men scrabbled to their feet, it became obvious that the angel’s wings had become a handicap as Phale had to take a moment to get to his feet and shake the heavy clinging snow out of the feathers before he could take off after the rapidly fleeing mortal.
[ooc: Open as parks are and the snowfight with Phale and Wilson is open as well! One word of warning, they play rough.]
Morning found them awake a itching with some pent up energy. The lack of classes meant that some of that energy was expended in a natural adult activity but after getting cleaned up and enjoying some breakfast the pair tumbled out of the house and headed out into the park to play in the snow before it all melted away.
Play today took the form of trying to pummel each other into various snow drifts. After a few passes in which the doctor managed to stuff large amounts of snow down the back of Phale’s sweater, the angel banished his sweater and the shirt beneath and unfurled broad white wings. He also took advantage of Wilson’s momentary pause and stare at nekkid angel chest to drop a tree full of snow on the oncologist’s head.
The snow squabble heated up in earnest at that point. Aziraphale formed up groups of snowballs and then used his wings to buffet the little snowy missiles at the doctor who was forced to take cover behind a tree. But, not to be kept down for long, Wilson charged the angel, knocking into the other man and sending them both tail over teacups down a small incline.
As both men scrabbled to their feet, it became obvious that the angel’s wings had become a handicap as Phale had to take a moment to get to his feet and shake the heavy clinging snow out of the feathers before he could take off after the rapidly fleeing mortal.
[ooc: Open as parks are and the snowfight with Phale and Wilson is open as well! One word of warning, they play rough.]