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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

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Aziraphale gave his lapels a fastidious tug, closed and straightened his journal, then headed to the door. He offered the young blonde woman in the hallway the sort of smile he'd never shown his customers - they'd never been invited but insisted on showing up anyway.

"Miss Tyler, I presume?"

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Aziraphale chuckled and took the offered hand, giving it more of a press than a shake before letting go. She sounded a bit more...council estate-ish than he'd expected from his journal, but he'd learnt better than to judge.

"No need to worry - to each their own, hm? Do come in." He took a step back to allow for exactly that. "I apologise for the mess, I'm still working on it."