mayfield_rpg | 。001 | action + phone

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?

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Yes, but he's not in love with me. He's just a mate.

And I'm sure he cared about you, so of course he'd want to be there for you.

Maybe.

[His wing fold around Aziraphale gently, giving him a feathery hug.]

[ He sighs softly, relaxing against him a little more. ]

I have hope.

Of course you do, Angel.

It's part of the job description, I feel.

[ He laughs softly. ]

And you're so very good at it.

I do what I can.

[He nuzzles in closer to Aziraphale.]

I'm really glad no one else is here to see me acting like an idiot.

I could make a joke in very poor taste, but I'll resist.

[ He smiles. ]

Indulging in affection isn't idiocy, my dear.

It is when you're a demon.

I don't suppose you have to worry about that here, do you?

Mm? What do you mean?

Well, I don't feel my connection with Up There anymore. I'm sure they can't feel me, either. Isn't it safe to assume our actions here are going somewhat unnoticed?

Well... My boss used to be here. Kind of.

[ Tenses. ]

Excuse me?

He's a drone now, so don't worry about him. And not even ours, anyway. He's from some other world.

Oh -- that's a little more comforting.

[ He breathes out. Crowley is his friend, but any other demon? Not so much; he doesn't even have his senses to help either. ]

There are a couple other demons I know. The one that's your "son" and this other kid, Lyn. He's more paranoid of others of our kind than I am, and I hate to say it, but he's a good kid.

Even if it is his fault I got bitten by zombies twice.

My 'son', hm?

[ Aziraphale nods, thinking it over. ]

I'll just have to find out myself, I suppose.

You liked them before. I don't see why that would change.

I'm sure it won't. I'm the same person, after all.

I know you are, Angel. [He nuzzles his throat.]

[ He makes a little noise, tightening his grip. ]

[He pauses. He just can't help pushing things, can he? Reluctantly he pulls away, lest he try worse without intending to.]

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