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Date: April 30th
Place: Raphael's room
Status: Private (Raphael, Aziraphale)
Summary: Aziraphale is a bit peeved that Raphael is here and didn't tell him.

Aziraphale found Room 110 easily enough, and he knocked on the door, tapping his foot in agitation.

Oh, he was going to let him have it.  There was no way that that silly, self-sacrificing mentor of his was going to get away with coming here, injured, and not telling him!

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Raphael supressed a chuckle. Another thing they shared was an equal stubborness it seemed. Very well, he would not push. If Aziraphale wanted to share what was truly going on then he would.

Closing his eyes he reached up and combed the loose strands of hair that had tugged from his braid, enjoying the cool wind and fresh air. It was almost enough to make him forget the blood crusted on his carpetting, the flash of fangs and claws ripping through skin amd feathers...

"This is nice," he breathed happily.

No rush <3

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"Yes it is," Aziraphale agreed, continuing to push. "Sometimes Britain has lovely weather. Sometimes. I'm simply glad you're alive to see it, my dear. Hearing tales of your arrival, it seemed there was a good chance you might not be here..."

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He stiffened slightly, chewing on his lip. "What... what exactly did you hear...?" he asked slowly.

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Aziraphale shook his head a bit as he walked. "Nothing beyond that you arrived a bloody mess. But I didn't need to be told that, considering your room was also a bloody mess. I'll clean it more when we get back; the urge to do so is itching at the back of my mind."

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"Aziraphale, I appreciate that, I really do, but I can't risk you touching it." Because you see, it may still have demonic poison and Gabriel was weakened by cleaning it out of my wound and he was an Archangel and... Oh, Aziraphale... If anything happened to his dear mentee he'd never forgive himself.

"Oh look! There it is!" he said, grateful for the change in subject as the ice cream shop came into view. He started fishing around his pockets for some money.

He was going to get a double-scoop. With sprinkles. But he'd hold off on the whip cream and cherry topping... mustn't indulge in Gluttony after all.

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Aziraphale chuckled. "Nonsense, my dear, I'll be sure to be careful, goodness knows I've handled enough hazardous materials in my time, my basement is full of books that could -- oh thank goodness I am craving chocolate so much I can hardly stand it!"

He started pushing them faster.

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Raphael was about to interject when he noticed a big colored sign advertising Oreo Cookie Milkshakes. Moving his head curiously he contemplated the idea of Oreos crunched up and mixed with vanilla ice cream.

"I think I'll try that," he said, discussion about the state of his carpet temporarily forgotten.

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Aziraphale stopped in front of the shop and his smile broadened when Raphael knew what he wanted already. "All right then," he said fondly. Since no one was in line, he stepped up and ordered.

"A large Oreo milkshake, and two scoops of chocolate on a cone, please," he said, taking out his wallet and giving exact change.

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Raphael took the treat when it was given to him, eyeing it curiously. Oreos. In ice cream. Whoever came up with that had obviously been blessed with divine genius.

He waited for Aziraphale to get his ice cream before he'd start on his own.

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Aziraphale sat down next to Raphael, tenderly licking the chocolate ice cream. "Not bad," he approved. "How's yours?"