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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 3, 2008 16:00:47 GMT -5
"You say that too often," *he said, and silenced him with a kiss.* "And you're not at all. You couldn't have just left her."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 3, 2008 16:03:54 GMT -5
"You already have your hands full taking care of just me," Herbert pointed out.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 3, 2008 16:08:45 GMT -5
*He sighed.*
"You act as if you're nothing but a huge burden, Herbert. Don't do that- it's not true."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 3, 2008 16:10:30 GMT -5
Herbert let go long enough to pull off his outer coat and jabot. He set them aside rather carelessly.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 3, 2008 16:17:12 GMT -5
"Let's go downstairs. I'll make us some cocoa or something."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 3, 2008 16:20:07 GMT -5
"Cocoa solves everything, of course," said Herbert, but he smiled as he said it.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 3, 2008 16:21:23 GMT -5
*He smiled fondly, starting down the stairs.*
"That's my theory, anyway.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 3, 2008 16:24:31 GMT -5
Herbert stretched himself out on the sofa as soon as they arrived downstairs and busied himself with unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling his sleeves back, and unfastening the first few buttons of his shirt.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 3, 2008 20:45:48 GMT -5
*Aziraphale looked over at Herbert from where he was making cocoa, and his eyebrows raised a little, but he didn't comment.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 3, 2008 21:11:30 GMT -5
"Yes?" Herbert said innocently, pulling off his waistcoat.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 3, 2008 21:19:54 GMT -5
"Nothing, nothing," *Aziraphale said, looking back to the stove hurriedly with a little smile.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 3, 2008 21:37:09 GMT -5
Herbert finished untucking his shirt, sat up, and laced his fingers together.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 3, 2008 21:40:31 GMT -5
*He'd finished heating up the cocoa, and he brought two steaming mugs over to the sofa. He set them down on coasters so as not to ruin the wood of the table, and sat next to Herbert.*
"That one's yours," *he said gesturing to one of the cups.* "It hasn't got any sugar."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 3, 2008 21:49:00 GMT -5
"Oh, thank you," he said gratefully, picking it up and blowing on it gently.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 5, 2008 18:23:16 GMT -5
*He smiled a little and leaned back against the sofa. Hebert was... brooding. This was most unlike him.*
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