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Date: Friday, 25 June 2010 00:53 (UTC)

Raphael and Aziraphale had a lot of simularities. One being that they were equally stubborn. Raphael couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that someone else was taking their valuable time and energy to take care of him. And the fact that that someone happened to be his dear mentee well, it was like swallowing a porcupine.

"Dear, please..." he said kindly, gathering up the Principality in his arms and hugging him tightly. Soft gold curls brushed his cheek and he smiled, curling his firey wings around his pudgy form. "Still haven't lost that cherub fat, have you?" he chuckled affectionately, running unsteady fingers through soft white feathers, realizing the shaking had not ceased. Anemia, he diagnosed mentally, caused by severe blood loss. Need more iron, green vegetables... He sighed, it seemed there was no end to the human body's trouble.

Trying to switch off his "doctor mind" he turned his attention back to Aziraphale, combing wild blonde curls back. "Let's have some ice cream!" he grinned. "Chocolate, of course."
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