It had been a good prediction; Aziraphale did jump, a bit, although he steadied himself quickly and tried to maintain an expression of calm interest as he turned to Famine.
Oh, dilemmas. He should go. He really should. But he was tired, and this seemed like some sort of adventure, or something, and why should they detour when the compass was pointing the other way?
Then again: rest. Then again: rest in the company of him. Blast.
Aziraphale hemmed for a moment, and then gave in to curiosity. "We might as well," he said, skin itching slightly at the fact that he was including himself in a 'we' with Famine, and began walking at a weary pace toward the mansion.
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Oh, dilemmas. He should go. He really should. But he was tired, and this seemed like some sort of adventure, or something, and why should they detour when the compass was pointing the other way?
Then again: rest. Then again: rest in the company of him. Blast.
Aziraphale hemmed for a moment, and then gave in to curiosity. "We might as well," he said, skin itching slightly at the fact that he was including himself in a 'we' with Famine, and began walking at a weary pace toward the mansion.