Notes and Records

[mrhanekoma]

[It's a simple cafe in London. A side street, a quiet street. There might be a bookstore down the block, but on the corner is a cafe

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[benevolist]

[ Being in London isn't really the same anymore - not since the End that Wasn't and his time Trapped - even spending time with Crowley was a little different. They each had more now; more memories, friends and love (though Crowley would deny having affection for anything, Aziraphale knew him better) even if it was hard to bear sometimes. Still, they managed, as they always did

[mrhanekoma]

[He hasn't noticed-- hasn't remembered -- the man staring at him. Chewing on the pencil, he moves to grab his coffee before oh crap, knocking over the mug and it spills, pooling around the table and dripping off the edge.

He swears, picking up his sketchbook and shoving it away before tucking the pencil behind his ear. A waitress comes and begins cleaning it for him. He gives her a tired smile as she does so.]

[benevolist]

[ Aziraphale feels lost. He can tell what's happened and it breaks his heart, but he moves forward anyway, pressing a hand onto the waitresses shoulder with a soft smile. ]

Please, allow me. If you wouldn't mind fetching me a cup of tea in return, of course?

[ His smile is soft and she doesn't refuse him. The angel picks up the cloth as she leaves, touching the small puddle with his hand. With a swipe of the cloth it's gone and he has a chance to talk to Sanae. ]

Accidents happen, hm?

[mrhanekoma]

[He gives a small chuckle and nods, rubbing his face.]

Tell me about it.

[A pause and then he looks flustered.]

Ah! Sorry-- you didn't have to clean that for me!