@foreverlasted sent: Klaus is going to wake to a nice little pile of gifts on his birthday this year, from books to a jar of the home-made cocoa that Aziraphale gives him every time they meet. There's another gift, though, and that's a little note.
This note grants Klaus Hargreeves one ( 1 ) miracle. Choose wisely, dear boy.
Klaus blinks once, twice, three times at the little pile of gifts sitting neatly atop his otherwise cluttered desk. Nope, definitely not a hallucination. Not a souvenir from his last bender, either— too pristine for that. And everything has a fuzzy sort of energy around it; nothing bad, not like with Ben, but sort of warm and tingly, like how he feels when he goes into—
"Oh," he says out loud as the realization clicks. Aziraphale.
He pops the lid of the jar, dips his finger into the powder and holds it to his nostril for a sniff, and— yeah, no, that's definitely hot chocolate. He knew that, of course.
The note is a surprise, however, and a damn big one at that. He's seen some pretty weird shit around his friend the angel, but even then, the notion of miracles still seems laughable to him. Good things don't just HAPPEN to people! And who gets to decide who is and isn't worthy of a miracle in the first place, hmm?
"Hey, angel!" He shouts at the completely empty room— he's still not sure how the whole summoning thing works. Does he actually have to get on his knees and pray, or can he just...think really hard about it? He opts for the latter. Kneeling isn't really his thing anymore, at the ripe old age of 34.
"I got a couple'a questions for ya! Is this, like, a genie situation? Do you have to, like, clear it with upper management, or is this just between us? How do you feel about bringing back the dead?"
