Aziraphale, for his part, was perfectly comfortable with the silence from Upstairs. It wasn’t unusual that he would be left to his own devices for long stretches of time and he knew they had a lot of thinking to do about the Plan and all. And he certainly had a lot of books to read, anyway (and some to sell, goodness).
He was just thinking it might be time to close up shop. Or at least he had about 30 minutes prior, but he got to a very interesting part of his book and he couldn’t help but get stuck in the narrative and forget to actually lock up. So when the bell over the door tinkled wit h the door opening, it jarred him out of the novel he was reading. Not a customer at this hour, he thought to himself before the familiar voice spoke.
He couldn’t help a relieved smile crossing his lips as he responded, “I’m in the kitchen. Would you be a dear and lock up, please?”
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He was just thinking it might be time to close up shop. Or at least he had about 30 minutes prior, but he got to a very interesting part of his book and he couldn’t help but get stuck in the narrative and forget to actually lock up. So when the bell over the door tinkled wit h the door opening, it jarred him out of the novel he was reading. Not a customer at this hour, he thought to himself before the familiar voice spoke.
He couldn’t help a relieved smile crossing his lips as he responded, “I’m in the kitchen. Would you be a dear and lock up, please?”