( on a fine dreary autumn afternoon, aziraphale takes to the street for a stroll. he's taken many, almost habitually now as he has long since memorised the walkable parts of the city.
behind him, the headlights of an antique bentley flash twice. almost as if it had something to say. )
This really isn't necessary.
( aziraphale responds, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to turn back towards the almost dejectedly looking car. surely that's not right. cars couldn't possibly emote. )
Mm, yes. Well. Not to worry, I'll be back in the evening.
mid nov ✦ car troubles
behind him, the headlights of an antique bentley flash twice. almost as if it had something to say. )
This really isn't necessary.
( aziraphale responds, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to turn back towards the almost dejectedly looking car. surely that's not right. cars couldn't possibly emote. )
Mm, yes. Well. Not to worry, I'll be back in the evening.
( the engine turns on, almost insistently. )