Phale's Rare Books, Tuesday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale continues with his inventory project. He's humming to himself -- it's unlikely, but it just might be Guide Me Home.



[Takes place at anytime during the day except for when he's in the park with Maia. Feel free to play. There are cookes and tea on the table.]

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[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*looks a little startled at the greeting* Uh, hello. Nice to meet you.

*looks back to Phale* And how much is my little treasure going to cost me?

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Placing the stack of books on the empty armchair, Aziraphale smiles at Michael. "Let me go find where I put it, and then we'll work that out." He heads off back into the rear of the shop.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael looks around the shop, his gaze not landing on any particular title for long. Rare books were Ben's sort of thing; they were way out of his reading league. He was just glad Phale had not ridiculed him for his reading preferences.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Michael. Come sit and have some tea while my angel retrieves your book.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael sits, but his hands grip his knees and he keeps looking back in the direction where Mr. Phale disappeared.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Relax, precious. You're in no danger. Drink a cup and tell me...[Pours him tea]...your favorite sin

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*takes the tea, looks in it as if it might contain something other than tea* My favorite sin? *Gives strange look* It's been a long time since I've set foot in a church, much less thought about sin.

((ooc: Mun is leaving in a few minutes, will be back in an hour or so.))

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Ah, sloth. One of the best. Carelessness can lead to damnation as easily as lust. Lust is my favorite sin, you see. [he picks up a plate]

Biscuit?

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

No, thank you. *sniffs tea suspiciously and finally takes a sip* I'm gay. Lots of people tell me I'm damned to hell anyway.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Don't be silly, my dear." Aziraphale reappears from his search of the new inventory and holds out a rigid cardboard envelope. "Here you are!"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

These humans...no idea how it works...[Crowley shakes his head in amusement, his smile creeping across his face, his white teeth shining]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael opens the envelope cautiously, his face glowing with joy as he takes out the comic. Gently he settles the precious paper back in the envelope and pulls out his checkbook.

I can write you a check for up to $8000 now, if it's more than that we'll have to work something out.

Michael looks a little heartbroken at the idea of having to leave the comic if he doesn't have enough.

And what did you mean, "don't be silly"? Plenty of places in the Bible people point to to prove to me I'm not salvageable. I try stay away from those kinds of people, but they're hard to avoid.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale busies himself with ringing the sale in the register, the little numbers popping up in the window to read '$475.00'. He helpfully hands Michael a pen.

"You don't believe everything you read, my dear, do you?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*blinks at him, taking the pen, not believing his ears* You sure you're not missing a decimal place in there?

Well, no, I don't believe everything I read. But it's the Bible, for Chrissakes.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale raises an eyebrow. "There are quite a number of them, you know. Some of them have the most outrageous mistakes. I collect them -- Infamous Bibles, they're called."

He smiles at Michael. "He doesn't write things down."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael nods, pondering this information. He wasn't really sure whether he believed in heaven and hell and all that, but it was a little comforting to know that his attempts at being a good person might actually be worth something and his orientation didn't mean doom. Absent-mindedly he writes out the check.

Thanks again for finding this for me. It really means a lot to me to have it.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"I know it does, my dear. You're very welcome."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*nods* Good night, Mr. Phale. *nods to Crowley* Mr. Crowley. We'll see you around, I'm sure. *heads for the door*

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Good night, Michael."