Aziraphale versus the Laptop, Round II

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Time: May 2, 2003
Place: Crowley's Room
Status: Private/Aziraphale/complete
Summary: Before Crowley wakes up, Aziraphale decides to pass the time with his laptop, only to realise how dreadfully homesick he is.

He would say this about the horrid machine: it fit very nicely on his lap.  It was actually quite a bit lighter than some of his tomes.  Unfortunately it made him miss the comforting weight on his thighs and the way the paper felt against his fingertips, but beggars needn't be choosers and all that and perhaps Crowley would feel better knowing Aziraphale was trying his best to work with this contraption.  It was a gift, after all.

There, the main screen with the "e" and the little running man.  This time Aziraphale clicked on the running man.

All right, Crowley had told him to never use his real name as a screen name.  It would only allow sixteen characters.  Hmmm... 

He tried using the meaning of his name, "healing helper of God", but it didn't fit even without the spaces.  So he went with "godshealinghelp," which was acceptable. 

Within seconds of his clicking the "sign on" button:

Suckme82:  asl

Aziraphale was both elated that he had managed to get it to work again, and yet affronted by this particular human's screen name.

godshealinghelp: 36/male/lower tadfield.  You know, your screen name is awfully rude.
Suckme82: but acurat ;)  18/m/london i lyk older men ur hott wana cyber

Aziraphale bit his lower lip.  Aw, they could meet in person, how adorable!  But then again... now that he pressed the issue...  He was about to respond to the young man that he was actually 15 when he realized that there was a question amidst the... whatever that was.  It certainly wasn't a language he was familiar with.

godshealinghelp:  Cyber?  
Suckme82: ya :)  ill start
godshealinghelp: All right?
Suckme82:  i unzip ur trowsers nd put my hand dow them

The blood rushed from Aziraphale's face and he slammed the laptop shut.  He shot the sleeping Crowley a dirty look.  "If this is your doing, I swear I will smite you."  Considering how the person on the internets would have taken it, he amended with a blush, "And not in a pleasant way!"

He sniffed.  "I want to go home," he said, feeling rather pathetic.