。001 | action + phone

[mydear]

ACTION • KRAMDEN ROAD.

[ It'd be safe to say that waking up in a strange place in a bed is entirely unusual for Aziraphale - considering he doesn't have a bed for any purpose other than for his only friend to nap in and that he doesn't sleep, all of this is very strange. He was a little more happy to find that he'd been given a set of rather fine clothes - but that was less important. He walks downstairs and almost has a very-unangelic heart attack - not a single book in sight. In fact, this is looking less and less like Soho and more and more like some elaborate joke to mess with his head, neither of which he is particularly appreciative of.

Opening the door, he steps outside and looks around - and there he stands, kind of wide-eyed and lost. Because this is not home and he certainly has no idea how to go about explaining it. Divinity only explains so much, after all, and he doesn't think anyone Up There would play this kind of joke on him (no matter how grand his part in stopping the end of the world was). ]

PHONE •  (OPEN)

[ There's a long silence before the sound of fumbling and a soft, lost little sigh - and then the angel gets the hang of it. Technology of any kind will always be lost on him. ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

Comments

[eyesofaserpent]

If your "wife" is still a drone, she'll probably do the cooking.

[mydear]

[ Oh, he's thrilled at the prospect of a wife. Look at him. ]

I had quite forgotten about that.

[eyesofaserpent]

Sorry, Angel. You can stay here for two nights if you want, but then you have to go back and sleep under your own roof. You'll be droned otherwise.

[mydear]

No, no, it's quite alright. I've no need for a baby-sitter.

[ He sighs, wrinkling his nose. ]

I don't suppose it'd be acceptable for me to sleep on the sofa for my entire stay?

[eyesofaserpent]

No... I didn't mean... [Good job, Crowley. Why don't you just tell him exactly what happened here.] I wasn't suggesting you need babysitting.

You can sleep wherever you want.

[mydear]

I know, Crowley. I just think it'd be best for me to get used to this as quickly as possible.

[ He smiles, nodding. ]

I'm going to have to sleep. Things are going to be quite strange.

[eyesofaserpent]

I know. Everything's a bit mad here.

[He hesitates. Would it really be so bad if he told him? In the end, he points to the cupboard.]

Get a couple of plates, will you?

[mydear]

[ He nods, going to said cupboard and taking a pair of plates out, setting them quickly. ]

But at least we have each other for sanity.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah... Sanity...

[He serves up breakfast and then scoops up the two plates to put the,on the table.]

There are utensils in the drawer next to the sink.

[mydear]

[ He nods, going and gathering what they needed and setting them out with a soft, pleased little smile. ]

Very nice.

[eyesofaserpent]

This is the only place I know of you can have a proper breakfast.

[He gets a couple mugs and fills them with cold tap water. By the time he sets them on the table, they are piping hot. Another foray into a cabinet and he comes out with two Irish Breakfast teabags and plunks them into the mugs.]

I don't mind coffee, but not as often as Americans do.

[mydear]

I'll have to learn to cook for myself, then, otherwise I'll be here every day.

[ He smiles fondly at the tea, touching the cup gently. ]

They are rather obsessed, aren't they?

[eyesofaserpent]

No. Come. I like seeing you in the morning.

[He grabs his fork.]

Well yes. But we're really ones to talk with our tea.

[mydear]

[ His face softens. ]

I'll make the effort to come and see you in the mornings, then, as long as you're not busy.

[ He picks up his own, laughing a little. ]

Tea isn't an obsession, dear, it's a way of life.

[eyesofaserpent]

I'm never busy in the morning. Certainly not too busy for you, Angel.

[He pokes at his food for a moment.]

Right, right. Way of life.

[mydear]

Well, that's very kind of you.

[ He does the same, sighing. He's hungry, but he has no real appetite - eating because he has to feels rather droll. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

No it's not. I'm just watching out for my investments.

[mydear]

I'm an investment, am I?

[ He doesn't look offended - just curious. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

Yes. I'm very heavily invested in you, Angel. I couldn't be more invested if I tried.

[mydear]

[ He pauses; there seems to be something more behind that, but he won't comment. ]

I think it's safe to say the same can be said for you, Crowley.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He frowns a bit. The weight of his heart was too much he had to tell Aziraphale the truth...]

Aziraphale... I... I need to tell you something...

[mydear]

[ He looks up, tilting his head a litte. ]

Yes?

[eyesofaserpent]

When you were here before, things happened. Our relationship changed.

[mydear]

[ He puts his tea down, waiting for Crowley to speak. He thinks this is important - the atmposphere has changed. ]

It changed? How so?

[eyesofaserpent]

This town... It can control us from time to time... Sometimes droning... Sometimes just by altering moods... They did that the evening before Valentine's Day...

[This admission is hard on him. He's uncertain how the angel will take it.]