[ It had been several years since their latest lunch, though in a friendship that spanned six thousand years, was really rather inconsequential. Aziraphale wasn't sure if Crowley was just going to sleep through the rest of the century, and he found himself thinking it would be quite a shame if he did.
He stared at his phone, the one with an old rotary dial that he'd kept in good condition since he'd bought it in the 1930s, but thought to himself that he'd get around to it tomorrow. After all, people in general did not like to be disturbed from their sleep and he imagined that if it wasn't important, he probably shouldn't, just in case.
A month later, he'd come around to picking up the phone, and even dialed in a single digit, before hanging up once more.
Aziraphale was in the shop when he'd heard a hard knock. ]
Terribly sorry, but we're closed!
[ The knocking persists, so Aziraphale eventually gets up from his desk and musters up a polite but stern expression. Yet, when the door swings open, it falls from his face. ]
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He stared at his phone, the one with an old rotary dial that he'd kept in good condition since he'd bought it in the 1930s, but thought to himself that he'd get around to it tomorrow. After all, people in general did not like to be disturbed from their sleep and he imagined that if it wasn't important, he probably shouldn't, just in case.
A month later, he'd come around to picking up the phone, and even dialed in a single digit, before hanging up once more.
Aziraphale was in the shop when he'd heard a hard knock. ]
Terribly sorry, but we're closed!
[ The knocking persists, so Aziraphale eventually gets up from his desk and musters up a polite but stern expression. Yet, when the door swings open, it falls from his face. ]
Crowley! Heavens, are you quite alright?