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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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Aziraphale sighed and smiled. "All right, uncomfortable fact for uncomfortable fact. But you start, as I asked first."

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Raphael didn't speak right away, only stirring his dessert and he contemplated what to do. He loved Aziraphale and to be honest the Principality was the sort anyone could tell anything to. Still, he didn't want to worry him, even if it meant not knowing what that demonic taint was.

"So, what are you reading my dear?" It wasn't just an attempt at changing the subject, Raphael really was interested in what his dear mentee was up to.

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Aziraphale smiled patiently. "Oh, it depends on what mood strikes me. Most of my books are back in London, so I've been relying a lot on the internets to help me read things."

Not pornography. No. Never that. Nor that, the, what was it, "literotica," either. Of course plenty of his books had lewd subject matter but that was hardly the focus, and it was tastefully done, and - Oh, right.

"I would just love to curl up with a large mug of cocoa and some Roman comedies," he said with a sigh.

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Raphael smiled fondly at him, then slowly closed his eyes a bit as a wave of visible exhaustion hit him. "So what... what's your favorite?" he asked, opening his eyes again and looking into Aziraphale's blue ones. His fiery wings began to unconsciously curl around him, signalling that his body was ready to curl up for a nap.

But Raphael didn't want to go! He wanted to catch up with his mentee and friend, who knew when they would be able to do something like this, just the two of them? He straightened, trying to will hos traitorous corporation to stop feeling so... well...

Weak...

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Aziraphale pondered that. "My favourite? I don't particularly have one. I do enjoy Paradise Lost, I patronise Wilde, my speciality is apocryphal religious material and texts referring to the End of Times. I don't have a favourite; how could I choose just one?"

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He chuckled fondly. "I can understand that, dear."

He fought back another wave of exhaustion. "Dear, I'm so sorry, I just... I want to stay with you, I'm just so exhausted and... Oh, I'm so sorry, dear, I'm just..."

shall we end this? :3

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Aziraphale smiled and nodded, standing up and picking the older angel up easily and starting to walk back to the Manor. "Not a problem, dear, not a problem. Just promise me you'll stop by, yes? I do miss you and our talks. And also let me know if you start feeling worse or if you stop getting any better, so I can help."

Okay <3 This'll be my last Raohael post here <3

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"I'll be alright dear..."

Even as he spoke he was falling asleep.

Human corporations could be so dreadful sometimes. "I'd like to get together again sometime," he said. "But soon. Let's not let so much time pass until next time."

Raphael reached over and gently squeezed his hand, closing his eyes as sleep finally took him.

Done <3 <3

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"Agreed," Aziraphale said fondly, carrying Raphael back. He executively decided that Raphael oughtn't be alone, and anyway the Archangel was just so cuddly, and so he unlocked Raphael's door, tucked him in, and curled up around him.