|
Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 22:54:04 GMT -5
"Herbert, this is ridiculous," *he said irritably.*
|
|
|
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 23:01:33 GMT -5
"Just for a few minutes?" he asked, wrapping Aziraphale in one orange-blossom-scented arm and extending the other out to hold the angel's other hand. He began waltzing him very slowly, giving him time to catch up.
|
|
|
Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 23:07:17 GMT -5
"Herbert, when I tell you no," *he snapped, wrenching his hand away,* "That's what I mean."
|
|
|
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 23:13:23 GMT -5
Herbert groaned and pulled away, looking angry and petulant.
|
|
|
Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 23:24:33 GMT -5
*From her perch at the top of the stairs, Marishka frowned, worried. She didn't like the sound of what was going on down there, but she wouldn't intervene yet. It really wasn't her business.*
"Don't look at me like that. I've every right to be upset."
|
|
|
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 23:40:50 GMT -5
"Oh, pardon me for attempting to be pleasant to make the problem go a- wait, that's not familiar at all, is it?" Herbert snapped. "Rather irritating, wouldn't you say?"
|
|
|
Post by Aziraphale on Oct 13, 2008 23:45:06 GMT -5
"It's no worse than when others buy so much clothing and finery and care so much for their appearance in order to pretend that there's nothing at all the matter," *he snapped.*
|
|
|
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 13, 2008 23:57:53 GMT -5
"You know how hard I've tried to pull away from that!" the vampire objected, pulling himself up to his full and rather formidable height of six feet, five and a half inches. "Look at me right now- does this look like finery to you? Gott, I even cut my bloody hair- which now even Rishka seems to have a problem with-"
|
|
|
Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 5:42:51 GMT -5
*Up on the stairs, Marishka let out a little 'hmph' of indignation. She did not.*
|
|
|
Post by Aziraphale on Oct 14, 2008 5:46:18 GMT -5
"One still knows spoiled and pampered when one sees it," *he said standing at his not so formidable five foot ten.*
|
|
|
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 11:31:52 GMT -5
"But when one is trying horrendously hard to break certain habits, one might think that another one might take that into one's consideration!" Herbert snarled.
|
|
|
Post by Aziraphale on Oct 14, 2008 14:19:05 GMT -5
*Herbert was right and he knew it, but he was not in the mood to admit defeat and be angelic and forgiving right now.*
"I'm not having this discussion with you right now," *he snapped.* "I'm trying to read my book."
|
|
|
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 14:22:50 GMT -5
Herbert stared at him again, then snarled loudly and smashed everything covering the table onto the floor with the side of his arm.
"Lovely," he spat. "Another one coming!"
He hurried upstairs. One could hear the bathroom door slam shut, and the banging that indicated one of his fits.
|
|
|
Post by Aziraphale on Oct 14, 2008 14:29:10 GMT -5
*Aziraphale stood alone in the room, a hand covering his face and his eyes closed. He let out a long breath and began slowly picking up what had been on the table. He knew from experience that there wasn't much he could do until it stopped.*
|
|
|
Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 14:34:29 GMT -5
*Herbert hadn't even noticed her as he mowed past her on the way to the bathroom. That was never a good sign. Well, she could guess what was coming, then.
She would have gone down to tell Aziraphale off, but Herbert not breaking things was the more pressing issue here.
She paddeded lightly to the bathroom.*
|
|