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{ Ambrose would not be so self-righteous as to demand Mister Fell make any accommodations for him — hell, he didn't expect the man would call him up and leave him a message welcoming him back to purchase, especially after pegging Ambrose for exactly what he is. a revolutionary business tactic perhaps, and hopefully a measure made by a kindred heart with their shared love of the arts, because it never hurts to wish a little.

but what Mister Fell offers is more than what was presumed to be possible; Ambrose might have expected an offer to have some options available by September, if there is anything in particular he can think of, or exchanging money online and have his books delivered by mail. what the shop owner creates instead is...unprecedentedly generous.

though the gracious exception isn't made without a small cost, afforded to Ambrose's petal-soft self-image. understandably, the stunned silence that the vampire carries may feel a little bit like the one that grows inside a tomb. it's a blow he deserves, and he can hear no malice behind the words, but Mister Fell, whether by design or accident, always manages to lay them with a bruising power.

Ambrose's belief, however, is that all of him is genuine, including and especially so, his kindnesses. } I would hate to make you wait up so late once every week... { does it sound self-defeating, gilded in an old-fashioned Catholic's guilt in the face of charity? or does it sound argumentative?

in fact, he sounds...pensive. } I suppose I will have to come keep you company on Thursday nights, to make sure your time isn't paid in vain. ( honestly, what else is Ambrose going to do on a Thursday night?better question: who else is going to listen to his ramble about Shelley for upwards of two hours? )

make sure you check on your shelley every five minutes lest it get caught in the bath and...well

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[ Did this work? Delightful! He isn't always so good at the plotting and scheming. That's really more the wheelhouse of downstairs and everyone inhabiting it. Perhaps moreso Crowley than the others. He's always been a touch odd, even for a demon.

Aziraphale's smile is immediate and resonate and woefully wasted on his collection of silent books, who have all seen this show before. ] I suppose you rather will! What a sense of duty in you. [ Said just about the same way a grandmother might congratulate a teenaged grandchild on so glad you got a job busing tables, sweetheart, one must start somewhere, hmm? Patronizing, blind to it, and wholly sincere. ]

Does that mean you'll be coming 'round tonight, then, or shall we wait until next Thursday? [ Is he making himself too obvious with the date he picked? The thought doesn't even occur to him. ]