Second. [voice!]

[somewhatfussy]

[Uncomfortable murmuring as he sits up, suddenly aware of being somewhere very much not the ship.]

Well. ...This is new. And just when I was getting used to that ship. And oh, more notes stuck to my person.

[Paper crinkling as he reads the note, 'hmm'ing thoughtfully before stopping with a short tsk.]

Well, isn't that just lovely. Another vague

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[swiftartifice]

[A groan, and a murmur.] No, goddamnit, I want my coffee... [eyes flutter open and he sits up.]

...Aziraphale, is that you? [blinks blearily- he still hasn't noticed physical changes. Oh Zexion, so not a morning/waking up person.] What is wrong with you...?

[somewhatfussy]

[hi, have one VERY DISTURBED angel turning and staring at you, Zexion.]

What do you mean what is wrong? LOOK at me! Look at me I'm- I'm- I'm demonic don't you see it--[eyes narrow suspiciously.]

Is this one of your darling little illusions, boy? Did you do this to me? Change it back get rid of it right now- [still hyperventilating, by the way.]

[swiftartifice]

[and you may have a Zexion who looks like he was beaten upside the head with the stupid stick. Because he has NO idea what's going on.]

I see... though, I must say, I didn't think it would wor-- [voice freezes, and he finds himself taking a hand to his throat.] what the...

...n-no. this isn't my doing. [still feeling his neck lightly, as if it will make something better. he doesn't much enjoy being out of the loop.]

threadhop yay?

[lightnkeys]

[finalllly waking up... and just sorta glancing at the two]

Okay, what gives?