“i can think of a FEW things. we should probably warm up a bit first, though.” / @properprocedure :)c

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“i can think of a FEW things. we should probably warm up a bit first, though.” / @properprocedure :)c
@properprocedure didn’t even ask.
“i don’t know about you, detective, but my lady garden certainly doesn’t look quite so dishevelled.” he’s been waiting to make that joke from the moment they stepped foot onto a would-be-murderer’s tacky back porch. the weeds are overgrown. there’s a can of spilled paint where the decking should be and a pair of white, latex gloves that the detective is already rip-cording from her pocket.
guess who broke my tag again.
@properprocedure said: “Is this some kind of joke?” / THE HOUR STARTERS ! ( ACCEPTING. )
‘ i can assure you firsthand that god does not joke about miracles. i’ve gotten enough sh --- negative feedback about them to know. ‘
aziraphale isn’t looking at her, idly twisting an antique emerald snake earring between his fingers instead. ( he’d just bought it on impulse on the way over, and it’s been entirely distracting him from the actual conversation for the past twenty minutes. ) it’s not like he really needs to be paying attention, anyways, the good detective must know her god - gifted status after all the time she’s spent around lucifer. perhaps she’s only playing dumb to keep the secret.
‘ strategically speaking, it’s quite a good move. you know, i HAD wondered why lucifer seemed to bleeding, at the crime scene on woodley you both visited last week. he doesn’t usually do . . . that . . . ‘ he falters as he finally looks up and catches her expression, brow furrowing in confusion. ‘ . . . i’m sorry, are you feeling ill? ‘
@properprocedure / liked.
in her rather frank opinion trixie had been rather careful of mentioning lucifer, or anything that might remotely lead toward thoughts of the man, around her mom. she’d kept all sighs and pouts and anything else that could be considered missing him in check; only letting it out around other adults --- her therapist or maze or ella or ( on the rare occasion when he didn’t seem to be missing someone himself ) her father. but it was well after bedtime, she had only managed roughly half an hour of sleep, and she knew the oncoming signs of restless night if she didn’t do something will all of her thoughts. deciding that she could either admit to her mother that she was having trouble sleeping, or deal with falling asleep and waking up repeatedly through out the night, trixie admitted defeat. she was only ten, after all. sliding out of bed and finding her way into the living room, the young girl shuffles on her feet near the edge of the couch. biting her lip briefly before clearing her throat. “mom?”
bean: would you like some gatorade?
nika: yES
bean with hand motions, barely restrained excitement, and an air of great anticipation: we have red...and white
He’s been staring at the building in front of him for longer than is normal, but he’s thinking. ❝ Ah, sorry-- sorry, what? What did you say? I was just-- was that building there always a diner because I swear... ❞
@properprocedure
' 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃. ' alana said matter-of-factly, but with a very warm smile on her features as she glances over at the other, fingers wrapped around a warm coffee mug, longingly wishing that it was filled with baileys instead of just plain coffee. ‘ i see you physically present, but mentally you’ve checked out. ’
* ╰ ⋮ ♥ sc / small starter [ accepting ]━━ @properprocedure