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† 007

[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]

[The enormous closeup of a palm is probably a solid clue that Aziraphale has hit the wrong button. He sets the device on a counter-- the kitchen, obviously-- and proceeds to roll up his sleeves, turning on the tap and squeezing soap into the sink.

He's about to reach on in and start the dishes before he pauses, glancing up at nothing in particular before turning of the water, and reaching for his network device again. After another detail shot of his hands, the video switches off.]

[TEXT; UNINTENTIONALLY PUBLIC]

Dulcie, darling, I nearly lost track of the day. What shall we do for our date night?

[ooc; this bit of domesticity brought to you by Aziraphale's imaginary marriage to Dulcie :3]

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Menial labor
Embarrassing, really dear
Miracle them clean

Come, now, that would be cheating.

Cheating's relative
Don't denigrate miracles
The gifts that they are

Ah, but it's good to, er. Be a bit sparing in their application.

Spare the miracle,
Spoil the fun; clean the dishes
Join me for a drink

You know, you're not too bad a poet, all told.

I'd love to, but I've plans with the wife, you know.

A married angel
Can't consider consummation
Who's the lucky girl?

Marrying my Phale?
Hell hath no fury like me
Bromance above all.

Well, Dulcie, of course. Surely you haven't forgotten?

[Excuse Crowley while he doubles over laughing. In 5/7/5 of course.]

On the bright side, I expect I'll be free to-morrow.

Champagne luncheon date
I expect to see you there
Rue notwithstanding

Of course, of course. I'd hate to have my oldest friend feel neglected.

I'll hold you to that
I'll bring the good looks and charm
You bring the regret

No regrets, my friend, no regret.

Regrets are funny
They'll creep up on you later
Lying in wait, pal

I'm thinking So You Think You Can Dance and pizza?

For my sake I hope you're mistaken.

Tomorrow.

Would you forgive me if I said that sounds divine?

Tomorrow indeed
I'll raise a glass at midnight
And pass the bottle

As you see fit.

I think I could manage that

I'll get dinner on my way home, then. What would you like on it, darling?

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