Calamus 006

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

Angel.

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

[Like he was caught stealing cookies or something.]

What?

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

Enjoying yourself?

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

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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.]

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

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

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

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[He makes a guilty face and waves his hand. PRESTO CHANGE-O, perfect pot of coffee.]

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You—

[He recoils a bit, cringing, because he can't do anything about the angel's stupidity in this form.]

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[.....ohgodwhy? Even Ianto isn't that good. D: He sniffs at it, trying not to look too put out.] You couldn't have just done that to start with.

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I thought I should try to do it properly first.

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[Az hisses and dumps pot and coffee both into the sink. He focuses on his hand for a moment--it's got a grand, ugly red strip across it now--and the injury fades into new skin.]

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...you can't make it properly?

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I could! I... well. No. I'm not very good at it, actually. Coffee isn't my particular... [He waves a hand in a vague "You know" sort of motion]

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I suppose you don't really need to be very good at it if you can just... that. [Motions vaguely at his perfect coffee.]

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[a hissing sigh]

It was a word puzzle, wasssn't it?

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Well, there's a bit of a restriction on miracles at home, at the moment. So I can't really.

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[Mrrt] ...Yes, if you must know.

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You could always try paying attention when you make it. Might be a bit easier if you did.

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[But that requires not ADDing every five minutes to read, or do a puzzle, or speak to one of his lieutenants. D: AZ IS NOT GOOD AT THAT.]

Er. Yes, I suppose. [He fidgets for a moment, then hunts around for a pair of mugs.] I don't suppose you would want some...?

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Figures. I sssuppose I ought not to mention the application that letsss you read booksss on there, then?

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...I wouldn't mind. If you don't mind sharing. [He's not a glutton for punishment. Really. He's just being polite. :|]

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Certainly not. [Az feels awkward and guilty for some reason. D: He pours Ianto a mug full and then one for himself.] Oh. I'm Aziraphale, incidentally.

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The what?

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The program—the little gidgets that let you play games and such.

Mm, never mind. You'd probably hate it anyway. Not enough paper and ink.