Calamus 006

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale was in the Astral kitchen, making coffee, when he discovered one of the puzzle games on his iPhone. Now he is wrestling with his iPhone while the coffee boils over behind him.]

Oh come now. I said that. Well, not said, typed. Tapped. Whatever it is you do on these blessed--

....now that just isn't fair.

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[There is a little green snake nearby on the ground, staring up at Aziraphale.]

Angel.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly he feels guilty and doesn't know why.]

[Like he was caught stealing cookies or something.]

What?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley hisses a little, mostly because he's snickering.]

Enjoying yourself?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Er. [He looks at the iPhone, hears a hiss, and then realizes OH, CRAP, STUFF BOILING OVER. And like an idiot, he grabs the scorching-liquid-doused handle of the coffee pot.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...>\ Sacrilege. Here is Ianto, attempting to save the coffee from being completely undrinkable.]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Az blinks in surprise at the expression on his face.] Er. Hallo. Is something--

[Oh. Oops. He stands out of the way.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Sighs, because this coffee is a) ruined, and b) has made a mess.] I think you might need a fresh brew.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, at least it is good to know that I am not the only one having trouble with these little machines~

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Sudden unexpected Amaterasu!] Ah, hallo. Er. There's a game, on this, you see--

[His explanation is cut short by the popping and hissing of the coffee as it runneth over behind him.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

And as dangerous to the kitchen's well-being as I am, I see! [Laughing.]

[contract_star]

[D: Nooo waste of food!] Um--your coffee--

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[For the sole purpose of making him Flail Moar--]

Hmm? [Az looks up from his gamething.]

[contract_star]

The coffee, it's-- [Fjfkdlajf he goes over himself, whisks the pot away and turns the machine off, splashing hot coffee on his hands in the process. He hisses a little and sets the pot down on on of the burners, then goes to run cold water under his hand. Owfuck.]

You know, for an angel you're pretty easily distracted.

[usagipino]

Heeee Azi-Azira is making a mess!

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He blinks at her.] Mess? I'm not making--

[Hissizzlepop. He turns and stares at the coffee maker.] Oh.

[usagipino]

[She laughs hysterically.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Enters the kitchen and stares] ...Your coffee is boiling.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

My what what? [Az looks up, apparently not having heard her.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Slowly] Your coffee, it appears to be boiling over.

[mercwamouth]

Not so all-powerful now, are we?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

...did I ever claim to be?

[mercwamouth]

...Yes.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

[ewww, that looks like modern technology]

I'd ask if you needed help, but fat lot of good that would do. Those sort of things are completely beyond me.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

The--ah, this? [He holds up the iThing.] It's... not too terribly difficult, really, but there's a tiny keyboard touch-screen-thing and the keys are far too small for a normal person's fingers. You'd think they made these for children.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

What is it that you're trying to do?