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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 22, 2008 17:16:51 GMT -5
He suddenly lurched forward and clung to him.
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Post by Aziraphale on Jun 22, 2008 17:19:56 GMT -5
"Herbert, please, you'll hurt yourself-"
*He stroked Herbert's dirty, tangled hair with one hand and turned off the tap with the other.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 22, 2008 17:21:45 GMT -5
"I'm already hurting, Zira! Make it stop!"
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Post by Aziraphale on Jun 22, 2008 17:29:27 GMT -5
*He kissed his forehead, smoothing his hair.*
"I wish more than anything that I could..."
*He sighed and swallowed back tears.*
"Come on," *he said with false enthusiasm.* "The water should help a bit..."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 22, 2008 17:34:50 GMT -5
The water turned an unfortunate blend of pink and brown as he slid down into it.
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Post by Aziraphale on Jun 22, 2008 17:44:05 GMT -5
*Aziraphale began washing his hair with a ridiculous amount of conditioner added to the shampoo. The usual gleaming blonde was beginning to be revealed under the grime and blood.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 22, 2008 17:47:40 GMT -5
"You're too patient with me..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Jun 22, 2008 17:49:32 GMT -5
"It's what I do. And I think you rather need it right now."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 22, 2008 22:23:38 GMT -5
"So when you said dashing-"
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Post by Aziraphale on Jun 22, 2008 22:31:50 GMT -5
"Dashing, rugged, impressive, attractive- need I go on?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 22, 2008 23:41:24 GMT -5
"Oh, no! The sort of reputation that assigns me- I'll have to start wearing entirely different clothes." Herbert said uncertainly.
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Post by Aziraphale on Jun 22, 2008 23:50:19 GMT -5
*Aziraphale laughed a little.*
"Well, perhaps not rugged, then."
*He filled a pitcher with clean water from the tap and began rinsing out Herbert's hair.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 22, 2008 23:53:40 GMT -5
"I should hope not..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Jun 23, 2008 15:06:25 GMT -5
*He frowned suddenly.*
"Now, don't panic, dear," *he began.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 15:19:42 GMT -5
"I don't like it when people tell me not to panic," Herbert objected. "It tends to make me panic on its own."
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