[He checks in on Aziraphale's drone every morning. Well, not including the days he was stuck on the other side of the carnival, of course. He just wants to make sure he's still a drone and not who he ought to be. Who Crowley wants him to be.
This morning is not unlike and other. He speeds around town and screeches to a halt, turning into the driveway of 1487 Kramden Road. He takes a moment to get out of the car, his right wing escaping first, then the rest of him (and his amputated wing). Other than his wing, he looks entire like he normally would.
Well, that's unusual. The drone Aziraphale usually was to be found inside drinking coffee and reading the newspaper when he came to visit, but this time he's outside? No wings, though. That's disappointing.
He still walks over with a sheepish wave and his other hand in his pocket.]
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This morning is not unlike and other. He speeds around town and screeches to a halt, turning into the driveway of 1487 Kramden Road. He takes a moment to get out of the car, his right wing escaping first, then the rest of him (and his amputated wing). Other than his wing, he looks entire like he normally would.
Well, that's unusual. The drone Aziraphale usually was to be found inside drinking coffee and reading the newspaper when he came to visit, but this time he's outside? No wings, though. That's disappointing.
He still walks over with a sheepish wave and his other hand in his pocket.]
Hallo, Angel.