It was the voice that first caught his attention. That unmistakable voice that was also not quite right, either, like a unique spin on a classic song, or a familiar instrument played in a different key. This one a bit manic in the rush of words, cool in a way that looked effortless and youthful. But still so very distinctly Crowley-like. Surely it was a fluke. Surely there wasn't another cousin. They would have told him...wouldn't they?
Oh, good lord, Aziraphale thought of himself, he was turning into an old creeper. He should really just buck up and say hello like a sensible, ah, human being.
Instead, he tried his hand at casual, straightening his bow tie and sweater, pocketing his notes, before heading in for a refill on his usual (cocoa) and loitering at the snack table like a shy party-goer waiting to be asked to dance.
"Hello, John." John. What a nice sensible name. Aziraphale smiled, overcome by how very young he was up close, and regretted crossing the room with little to no plan.
He flustered, remembering himself, and added, "I'm Mr. Fell."
I decided to try for something different, a little less OMG!!
Oh, good lord, Aziraphale thought of himself, he was turning into an old creeper. He should really just buck up and say hello like a sensible, ah, human being.
Instead, he tried his hand at casual, straightening his bow tie and sweater, pocketing his notes, before heading in for a refill on his usual (cocoa) and loitering at the snack table like a shy party-goer waiting to be asked to dance.
"Hello, John." John. What a nice sensible name. Aziraphale smiled, overcome by how very young he was up close, and regretted crossing the room with little to no plan.
He flustered, remembering himself, and added, "I'm Mr. Fell."