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The Park - Wednesday

It was shaping up to be a nice Fall day and despite the fact that his arm still ached like a @#$#@$*) Wilson decided to take himself down to the park. He had a little entrouge of wee papernapkin origami ducks following along with, which made for a slightly amusing sight when he stopped off at The Perk for some coffee.

Eventually, wee origami duckies and one oncologist were ensconsed on their favorite bench, over looking the ~~pong~~ pond. As the ducks fluttered about in the grass, Wilson sipped on his coffee and flipped through his mail.

One envelope in particular quickly caught his eye and he paused, pulling it out for a closer look. Brows furrowing in a pensive expression, Wilson tapped the letter lightly against his knee and then looked back out across the water. He was fairly certain he knew what was in the letter but was almost afraid to look.

[ooc: Feel free to poke the oncologist or use for your own Park going needs. :)]

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After a while, one of the wee papernapkin origami ducks fluttered up to perch on Wilson's knee. It pecked curiously at the letter, and then gave a papery quack.

Either it wanted to know what was in the envelope, or it wanted to play with the envelope. With papernapkin ducks, it's kind of hard to tell.

After his errand to the school, Aziraphale made his way to the park, where he knew he'd find the young doctor. The sight of the man sitting on 'their' bench, surrounded by a tiny flock of paper ducks, was both touching and amusing, and the angel sat down with a smile on his face.

"Lovely day, isn't it, love?" he asked, opening up the thermos he was carrying and proceeding to pour Wilson a cup of his favorite mint tea.

Looking up from where he was trying to dissuade the duck, who now had caught the attention of a few of his fellow ducks, that the envelope really didn't want to play, Wilson smiled as Phale joined him.

"Hey." He said, shifting a bit to make room for the angel and then reaching for his cup of tea with a gleeful little noise.

"Thank you. Everything go well up at the school?"

"Everything seemed as usual. I got what I wanted from my office, and left a cup of tea for the monster protesting in front of the hunting class today."

He winked at Wilson, knowing the young doctor would catch on, and poured himself a cup of orange spice. Leaning back against the bench, he stretched his legs out and sighed happily.

Aziraphale really did love fall.

"You ought to open it, you know, love. You'll never know what it says by glaring at the envelope."

A monster...

It took Wilson a moment, then he remembered what day it was and gave a small nod.

"Ah, right. I admire the dedication, I just...worry about what happens when the idea of true evil presents itself."

That would be a loss of innocence that Wilson knew would be devestating but, giving his head a shake he looked down at the envelope.

"I know." He said softly, sipping at his tea. "What's strange is, I'm fairly certain what it says but ... I'm not sure how to feel about it all."

"He's young," Aziraphale replied softly. "At his age, he should be allowed to believe in diplomacy and friendship and cooperation. What bothers me more is that so many people are so dead set on forcing him to give up that belief."

Just because he didn't share Blair's attitude toward evil and warfare didn't mean the angel didn't support the young man's right to his ideals.

With a sigh that was slightly more fretful than the last one, Aziraphale reached over and laid his hand over Wilson's. "See what it says, then decide how you feel. If you're license is permanently revoked, it won't change what you're doing now. And if it's reinstated, then you can decide whether or not you want to return to practice. But that isn't a decision that has to be made immediately either."

Wilson twitched the corner of the envelope with his fingertip in a pensive manner.

"I know." He said softly. "It...just, got me thinking about some things."

Giving Phale a quick, gentle smile Wilson flipped the envelope around and ripped it open. Tugging out the short letter, he read through it quickly, nodded and then passed it to the angel.

His license was reinstated, to follow in a certified package probably tomorrow.

Exhaling softly, Wilson curled one leg up and hooked his heel on the bench, snuggling his shoulder in against the angel's body. Beside his thigh, the wee little napkin duckies were fluttering at the envelope, eager to see if it might be a new friend.

Shaking his head with a soft laugh at the wee duckies, Aziraphale took the envelope and made short work of it, shaping another duck of a very slightly different shape. (It was, after all, an envelope rather than a napkin.) Then blowing a puff of air onto it, he set it down on Wilson's knee, where it fluttered a bit and then took off to join the other ducks.

"Well, that's good news then. Why not let the idea stew for a bit, and see how you feel about going back into medicine. You loved your work at the clinic after all." The angel slipped his arm around the young doctor's waist. He very deliberately did not suggest the idea of going back into a hospital setting. If he had his way, Wilson wouldn't be doing that again any time soon.

It really was hard to hold on long to a pensive mood with wee paper ducks fluttering around. Wilson chuckled as he watched the new envelope duck making friends with the paper napkin ducks. There was a bit of beak poking and a small fluttering of wings to establish his place in the flock but soon everybody was hopping around and rustling up a storm.

Some sort of duckie communication.

Leaning back into the hold of his lover's arm, the young oncologist shook his head.

"Flock dynamics, in paper duckies. Only in Fandom." Reaching up to grasp the angel's fingers with his own, Wilson pursed his lips thoughtfully.

"You're right, I always did enjoy working with the kids at the clinic. Might be a little strange, given all the changes... and I don't know that they need anyone."

Still, maybe he'd ask. It was strange not practicing medicine in some capacity, felt...wrong somehow.

"Certainly it couldn't hurt to see if they need a shift or two covered," Aziraphale agreed. "And if not, well...perhaps there's one on the mainland that would need assistance a day or two a week."

The angel could tell for himself that not practicing in any capacity was making the young doctor restless, and while he suspected that a full-time hospital setting would be too much, a clinic would be perfect.

"Did you know that some of our neighbors are apparently arrangeing a bowling league? I think they plan to do in the hallways. I told Miss Sciuto we'd bring snacks."

Wilson was pondering clinic shifts when Phale brought up the hallway bowling ~~plot~~ plan.

"I'm sorry, did you say hallway bowling? At the apartment building?" He wanted to make certain he'd heard right!

Raising an eyebrow at the jolt of excitement communicated from the young doctor, Aziraphale replied, "Quite. That's what they were talking about. And of course you've been invited to join as soon as your arm is better."

No need to mention that he'd been ~~conned into~~ invited to join as well.

"I can bowl one handed." Wilson remarked with an evil sort of glee. "Now, as to what exactly I'll be able to hit with the ball, that might be a different story."

He turned and gave the angel and impish smirk, then reached over to nudge a duckie back onto it's feet where it had gotten knocked over.

"And bowling is as much about the beer as it is about the snacks. Maybe we should see about getting another keg."

Don't swat the mortal...well...not hard anyway.

Actually, Aziraphale rather liked the idea of getting a keg. Regardless of the fact that he'd probably be reminded FOREVER that he'd contributed to the deliquency of a minor the last time, he'd had fun, and so had everyone else. And no one had gotten hurt, so he didn't really see what the big deal was.

This...might have been the sort of attitude that led his superiors to think he'd been living in the mortal world a little too long.

"I think that's a delightful idea, love. Why don't you let me take care of the keg this time, and you decide what sorts of snacks we ought to make. I'll help you with the actual cooking, since you're doing it one-handed, of course."

"A keg, finger food and bowling...this promises to be ~~destructive~~ a great deal of fun." Wilson did quite sound pleased with the plans Abby and Aly had come up with...now, as to how some of the other residence of Mauvaise Chance might feel about it, well who didn't like bowling and beer!

Wilson chuckled and cast the angel a sideways glance. "I can do a lot of things, one-handed, you know."

Aziraphale replied to Wilson's sly tone with a little cough and a blush.

"Quite. I'd still like to help though. With the cooking, of course," he added, with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Now...when can I expect this wing preen you keep promising?"

Wilson smirked knowingly and gave Phale's knee a pat then, on a complete whim he sat forward.

"Right now." Then before Phale could put forth the protest Wilson knew was on the angel's lips, he looked around at the park.

"It's quiet, the sun is bright and warm and would be good for itchy feathers, there's a nice breeze, we have tea and with a thought I know we could have the wing oil I use on your feathers. It's perfect."

It really would be nice, and despite the aborted protest, Aziraphale did sort of like the idea. Being half-naked in the middle of the afternoon seemed awfully improper, but...

He supposed it wasn't that much different than the extraordinarily skimpy summer clothes some of the students wore in the hot weather.

"The things I do for you," he teased in a soft voice, quickly conjuring up the wing oil. "Shall I just...lie down on the grass then?"

"Yes, I put upon you so." Wilson returned with a wry grin. Standing up, careful to move wee duckies out of the way, Wilson looked at the still fairly soft green grass and nodded.

"Yeah, I think that would be best, that way you can stretch them out full extention, which makes it easier to get at the little ones you like to knot up."

It would also be slightly more low profile, just in case anyone did come through the park and... okay, Wilson kinda enjoyed Phale's full wingspan.

That sounded like a really nice idea. He hadn't been able to give them a good stretch since the 'incident', and the healing places that had been gashed open were feeling tight and sore. So with a soft smile, Aziraphale stripped off his shirt and stretched out prone on the sun-warmed grass, then unfurled and spread his wings.

The little ducks flocked over to see what new creature this was, but since it was obviously not made of paper, they quickly lost interest.

Making a little tsking noise at the state of Phale's wings, Wilson carefully settled himself down on the warm grass beside the angel. Pulling the wing into his lap, he put a little bit of oil on the fingertips of his good arm and got to work.

For a long while, it was a companionable silence that settled between them. Wilson had much of his focus on the state of his lover's feathers and made the odd concerned noise as he had to pluck a couple due to irrepreable damage.

It wasn't until he had one wing bright and gleaming with oiled, neatened feathers and had the other about half done that it might have sunk in to the angel that there were two hands working on him.

Wing preening always sent Aziraphale into a sort of half-asleep state, and so it did take him quite a while to make the connection that the number of hands immersed in his feathers had doubled. Not having noticed a second person arriving, the angel raised himself up with a start, looking around confusedly.

"James love...?"

He'd been waiting to see just how far he got in the wing preen process before Phale picked up on the fact that he was using both hands. It amused and touched him deeply that the angel could find such a complete state of relaxation when getting his wings preened.

Up to his wrist in feathers, Wilson chuckled.

"It's just me and before you pop a halo, it's good for my arm to keep a low level of activity, good for the muscles and will help in healing so long as I don't strain it. Sorting feathers, is not stressful...in fact it's therapudic."

Aziraphale snorted. "'Pop a halo'. Really, my dear." He cast a little smile over his shoulder and settled back into the grass. "I suppose it can't hurt, as long as you're careful."

If he noticed so much as a twitch of extra pain that evening, though, there'd be no more such nonsense until the arm was healed. At least the he was aware that Wilson found the activity of straightening feathers just as relaxing as the angel did, so he refrained from any scolding.

"Do you think we ought to host a Halloween party?"

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