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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 21:16:33 GMT -5
Herbert didn't reply. He went behind the desk and started fiddling around as though looking for something.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 21:19:31 GMT -5
*Aziraphale appeared to keep his attention glued to his book, but he was watching Herbert out of the corner of his eye.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 21:27:00 GMT -5
He made a pleased little sound and pulled up an old record player, followed by a dusty record. He blew away as much of the dust as he could, set it on the turntable.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 21:33:03 GMT -5
*Aziraphale turned a page as what sounded like ballroom music from the 1940's started playing.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 21:38:05 GMT -5
Herbert cringed slightly, then looked at the angel, hoping for some small sign of acknowledgement.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 21:43:25 GMT -5
*For an angel, Aziraphale was rather good at something as petty as the silent treatment.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 21:56:26 GMT -5
"It's yourmusic," Herbert pointed out.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 22:01:11 GMT -5
"Yes. That it is."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 22:04:59 GMT -5
Herbert eased himself behind the angel and put his hands on Aziraphale's shoulders.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 22:07:48 GMT -5
*He heaved a sigh and tensed a little, but didn't react otherwise.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 22:14:59 GMT -5
"Don't you want to dance with me?" Herbert asked coyly.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 22:22:05 GMT -5
"Not right now. I'm reading."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 22:29:47 GMT -5
"You can read some other time," Herbert objected, taking the book and shutting it.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 22:42:13 GMT -5
"I told you I wasn't in the mood, Herbert."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 22:51:44 GMT -5
He tugged the angel up from the chair, looking annoyed and hopeful all at once.
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