Laughing under his breath, Aziraphale shrugged. "Well, I can't precisely say it's creative if it's not planned. Believe it or not, my first priority is not to impress you. Though I suppose I'll just have to continue spontaneously surprising you."
With a sigh, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Oh. That." Squinting up at Gabriel through his fingers, he let his hand fall softly to the table. "As I've said, I didn't Fall. I . . . " Changed? Shifted? "Adjusted?" he said hesitantly. "Over a period of time. I never rebelled. Or questioned."
No, wait, that was a lie. His mouth twisted into odd shapes for a moment, and then "Mostly" spilled out and he let his eyes fall shut. Wine. He drank, and felt better.
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With a sigh, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Oh. That." Squinting up at Gabriel through his fingers, he let his hand fall softly to the table. "As I've said, I didn't Fall. I . . . " Changed? Shifted? "Adjusted?" he said hesitantly. "Over a period of time. I never rebelled. Or questioned."
No, wait, that was a lie. His mouth twisted into odd shapes for a moment, and then "Mostly" spilled out and he let his eyes fall shut. Wine. He drank, and felt better.