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[lunchbreaks]

Hello, um, everyone. This is Aziraphale. I know I haven't met all of you, but I have gotten to know a good number of you as of late, and I've come to like you all a great deal, so it doesn't sit quite right with me not to apologize for recent events.

The sinking of the ferry was inexcusable. Our-- my failure, was a direct result of poor planning and lack of transparency, but I do need all of you to know that the intention had been to find our only way out of Beacon as other methods had been exhausted, and it was always in the plan to make subsequent trips for everyone remaining who wished a return home.

But I know that no amount of good intention will bring it back, nor heal your injuries, nor surface the supplies it was carrying. For all this, I am deeply and terribly sorry; this was, in no way, how I should have repaid all your kindnesses. I understand your anger, and you can direct it at me, if you would like, if you have need of a place to focus your ire.

However, I am afraid, actually, that I must ask a favor. I have, though not for lack of trying, not been able to retrieve much of the sunken raw material - if anyone should lend abilities, magical or otherwise, to help in the rebuilding of the ferry or the docks, you will have my deepest gratitude, for whatever that is worth.

I will try to assist with this as much as I possibly can, and otherwise will be available to assist those who require healing, though my ability to do so has been stunted.

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[lunchbreaks]

Speak for yourself, I had quite a few nice powdered wigs back in the day.

I'll lend you one of mine.

[sauntered_downward]

Yeah, but I never looked good in a powdered wig, you know that. And they're never coming back into style, angel, no matter how long you wait.

[lunchbreaks]

I was really hoping they would, fashion is always so cyclical.

How about we fashion you a hat? I did quite like the one you wore to come save me in the church. I thought it was fetching.

[sauntered_downward]

Oh, all right, if you liked it.

[This is such a silly thing, in the face of such a big, terrifying thought, like aging. Like dying of old age.]

[lunchbreaks]

You liked it too. We'll have to get you a new one, I suppose.

[sauntered_downward]

If I've got to get old, I might as well look good doing it.

[lunchbreaks]

I can't imagine how you wouldn't, dear.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley preens]

[lunchbreaks]

Do you think you might... grow your hair out again?

[sauntered_downward]

[He reaches up, running a hand through his hair]

I hadn't thought about it. Do you think I should?

[lunchbreaks]

Only if you want, but. I did quite like it long.

If we're only going to live another thirty years, I'd like to get to braid it one more time.

[sauntered_downward]

Quite a few things I'd like to do if we only have thirty years left.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh?

Tell me about them.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley turns his gaze to Aziraphale. He has adored the angel for as long as he can remember. A long-standing, basically one-sided emotional journey he's been on that no other demon has ever encountered. Any attempt to move it forward had always been met with resistance. Crowley moved too fast, Aziraphale had once said.

Now that they might have no time left, isn't moving fast better?

He turns away from Aziraphale, but keeps their hands linked.]

Oh, you know. Standard things. Watch all those movies I'd meant to watch. Read...a book.

[lunchbreaks]

Which book? If there isn't a copy here, I might be able to tell you bits and pieces, at least.

[ From his position here on his shoulder, he looks up and grins so sweetly.

He is having quite a few invasive thoughts about them, and about their mortality. It's true that they might have to go home and spend an eternity pretending not to know each other. But it's just as true that they might die here. And he doesn't know what's worse. But he's starting to think it might be never knowing. ]

[sauntered_downward]

Oh, I'll definitely have you tell me it, then, angel. Got to be better than actually trying to read it myself. But no funny voices.

[lunchbreaks]

No funny voices? But that's one of the best parts!

[ He can't imagine having a limited amount time left to have talks like this. ]

[sauntered_downward]

For you, maybe.

[He can't imagine not having conversations like this, not having time with Aziraphale. What would happen if one of them were to die of old age first? If he were to suddenly exist in this world without Aziraphale in it? Old and alone?

The thought makes him hurt.]

Do you want to drink? I think we should drink.

[lunchbreaks]

No, dear, I think you've had quite enough to drink.

[ He means it. But-- ]

--Besides, I had a favor to ask you.

[sauntered_downward]

Anything.

[He means it, as well. He always does.]

[lunchbreaks]

I rather think I need my wings pruned...

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley gives him a small, fond smile]

All right, angel. Spread them out, I'll take care of them for you.

[lunchbreaks]

[ With a rustling, he extends his wings in the small room.

They are actually a huge mess, extremely uncared-for, particularly as of late. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley reaches up, giving one side a brush with his hand. He makes a tsk tsk noise with his tongue.]

Because of your arm? Haven't been able to reach back here?

[lunchbreaks]

No. I honestly just never do it.

[ He shakes the wings, and so many feathers just fall out. ]