"Everyone's all tied up in Fate," Aziraphale mused, looking into the depths of one of the many empty shot glasses on the table in front of him. "Obsessively. Not healthy." He did snort a bit at the idea of gods being bored, but if he'd been in his right mind he wouldn't have been surprised, really. What is there to do but have a trickster nemesis, really?
The angel stared, cross-eyed, at Gabriel's wagging finger. "I'm. Not sure what you're talking about, exactly," he managed. "And Dickens has his weaknesseses, I don't read him that often anyway. Er. 'Classic culture'?"
Briefly he wondered which one, and then he realized that of course Gabriel couldn't possibly know about his shop, haha, how silly, and he must be referring to the Great Fire. He hadn't been settled there at that time, of course, but he'd had a few visitations in early September, unfortunately enough. He wrinkled his nose as if he could still smell the ash and took the shot.
"I never - " He tilted his head, less out of curiosity than out of a sudden sense that it was very, very heavy. "I never lost my wits this quickly drinking," he said, surprised. "Mm. Humanity."
how many shots have they even had each, i feel like it's zillions
The angel stared, cross-eyed, at Gabriel's wagging finger. "I'm. Not sure what you're talking about, exactly," he managed. "And Dickens has his weaknesseses, I don't read him that often anyway. Er. 'Classic culture'?"
Briefly he wondered which one, and then he realized that of course Gabriel couldn't possibly know about his shop, haha, how silly, and he must be referring to the Great Fire. He hadn't been settled there at that time, of course, but he'd had a few visitations in early September, unfortunately enough. He wrinkled his nose as if he could still smell the ash and took the shot.
"I never - " He tilted his head, less out of curiosity than out of a sudden sense that it was very, very heavy. "I never lost my wits this quickly drinking," he said, surprised. "Mm. Humanity."