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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways]

*Aziraphael's humming to himself as he enters the bar, a sunny smile on his face. Occasionally a snippet of lyrics can be heard, and he frowns and stops singing, faintly annoyed at himself, but it's not terribly long before he starts up again, completely unawares*

Many a thing you feel you ought to tell her,
tiddly-om-pom
many a thing she ought to understand...

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, millitimed conviniently for post-party, is at the bar with a glass of milk, and eyes the not'singing angel as he wanders past.

That's a spiffy trick.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael smiles happily at her*

Afternoon!

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hullo. You're awful cheery today." And musical, she doesn't say. But she thinks it all the same.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I am indeed, yes. The sun is shining, the birds are squawking loudly and dive-bombing the pedestrians, the ducks are planning a revolution...

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Are they now?" It's hard to tell if Aziraphael is being serious or not. "Will it involve decapitation?"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I don't believe so, no. It's awfully hard to work a guillotine when one has no opposable thumb.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Well, I suppose that's alright then. I'm awfully attached to my head, I think it goes well with my shoulders." She says this, but then some of the things she does...

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

It is rather fetching, it's true. I shall have to encourage the ducks to leave you be on their rampage.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It's nice to know she has a fetching head to go along with her marvellous balls.
"You talk to the ducks?" Hello, Doctor Dolittle.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Not as a rule, no. I'd imagine they have rather limited conversation, and they probably have very different names to the ones I've given them so there would be terrible confusion, you know.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"You named them?" She isn't sure if this is better or worse. "Are they good names?" Not Bob. Please, not Bob.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Well there're a nesting pair called Argus and Dolores, a drake called Francis who's something of a loner, Freddy Duck which was... a spoonerism on something yelled by a lout at a passing student... Elsie and Daisy, who are rather difficult to tell apart, and of course Millicent and Jeremiah, the swans.