And Aziraphale's irritation and worry got together, had a quick word, and decided to become anger. Or, perhaps not anger. Wrath, one step down from proper angelic wrath but only marginally less terrifying. Behind him, a blue mailbox winked into and out of existence in less than a second; he grabbed Gabriel by the elbow without thinking in an attempt to stop him, nails digging into his sleeve.
"Two days," he said as evenly as he could, although his voice betrayed him slightly, hard and sharp at the edges. "Might I ask why you chose to sequester yourself instead of asking for help like an adult?"
This was absurd. It really was like dealing with a child. And Aziraphale's head was beginning to hurt.
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And Aziraphale's irritation and worry got together, had a quick word, and decided to become anger. Or, perhaps not anger. Wrath, one step down from proper angelic wrath but only marginally less terrifying. Behind him, a blue mailbox winked into and out of existence in less than a second; he grabbed Gabriel by the elbow without thinking in an attempt to stop him, nails digging into his sleeve.
"Two days," he said as evenly as he could, although his voice betrayed him slightly, hard and sharp at the edges. "Might I ask why you chose to sequester yourself instead of asking for help like an adult?"
This was absurd. It really was like dealing with a child. And Aziraphale's head was beginning to hurt.