Barnaby opened his mouth, then shut it, tapping the edge of the counter. The impulse to tease was there, bright and alluring as a red button labelled "Do not press." He really did want to.
You know, the careful little voice said, the same one in the back of his head that kept an eye out for exit routes and that still didn't think this manor lark was a good idea, you've only gotten reacquainted with the angel after how many thousand years? Do you think he'd thank you for needling him like an older brother when you're nearly perfect strangers? One nice morning conversation does not a solidarity make.
Instead, Barnaby fingered a couple of stray shotglasses on the counter, saying, "Don't see why you're embarrassed. It's just music, after all."
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Date: Saturday, 9 January 2010 06:26 (UTC)You know, the careful little voice said, the same one in the back of his head that kept an eye out for exit routes and that still didn't think this manor lark was a good idea, you've only gotten reacquainted with the angel after how many thousand years? Do you think he'd thank you for needling him like an older brother when you're nearly perfect strangers? One nice morning conversation does not a solidarity make.
Instead, Barnaby fingered a couple of stray shotglasses on the counter, saying, "Don't see why you're embarrassed. It's just music, after all."