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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Apr. 16th, 2009 10:56 pm)Title CLOSED
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; extreme silliness, know what I mean?
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale (or so they say)
Disclaimer: I am none of the extrememly talented British men implied by the following fictional characters.
On an ordinary Wednesday, in the middle of an ordinary day, the sign hanging from the bookshop door read “CLOSED." This wasn't anything new. In fact, it was keeping with a pattern. Two years before, the sign had read “CLOSED” when it was not regular business hours (1). One year ago, the sign had read “CLOSED” whenever the angel didn’t feel like tending to customers. Now the sign read “CLOSED” at every opportunity to do so.
If you asked the tenants next door, it was because the lazy sod had finally decided to give up the pretence of selling books and was finally enjoying owning a place with plenty of bookshelves. If you asked some of the tenants on the same block, they would’ve said that Mr. Fell simply forgot to turn the sign around (2). If you asked the people who had taken the time to notice these sorts of things, they would’ve said something which sounded remarkably like: “That sign reads ‘CLOSED’ whenever that shiny Bentley’s outside the door. Have you seen the bloke what comes out of that thing? Yeah. Shop’s ‘CLOSED,’ all right, but the owner’s open for business.” Then a strange fellow would come up and say something alarmingly like “Open for business! Say no more, say no more, know what I mean, nudge nudge?”(3).
Whatever the reason, the shop was “CLOSED,” just like every other, and just like every other day, the Bentley was parked outside, and Aziraphale and Crowley were having tea (4).
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(1) In principle, that is. There weren’t regular hours to speak of, but they had to be lying around somewhere.
(2) “He had an absent head,” they said.
(3) No one had asked him his opinion. He simply appeared to say those few words, then wandered off.
(4) Nudge, nudge.
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; extreme silliness, know what I mean?
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale (or so they say)
Disclaimer: I am none of the extrememly talented British men implied by the following fictional characters.
On an ordinary Wednesday, in the middle of an ordinary day, the sign hanging from the bookshop door read “CLOSED." This wasn't anything new. In fact, it was keeping with a pattern. Two years before, the sign had read “CLOSED” when it was not regular business hours (1). One year ago, the sign had read “CLOSED” whenever the angel didn’t feel like tending to customers. Now the sign read “CLOSED” at every opportunity to do so.
If you asked the tenants next door, it was because the lazy sod had finally decided to give up the pretence of selling books and was finally enjoying owning a place with plenty of bookshelves. If you asked some of the tenants on the same block, they would’ve said that Mr. Fell simply forgot to turn the sign around (2). If you asked the people who had taken the time to notice these sorts of things, they would’ve said something which sounded remarkably like: “That sign reads ‘CLOSED’ whenever that shiny Bentley’s outside the door. Have you seen the bloke what comes out of that thing? Yeah. Shop’s ‘CLOSED,’ all right, but the owner’s open for business.” Then a strange fellow would come up and say something alarmingly like “Open for business! Say no more, say no more, know what I mean, nudge nudge?”(3).
Whatever the reason, the shop was “CLOSED,” just like every other, and just like every other day, the Bentley was parked outside, and Aziraphale and Crowley were having tea (4).
(1) In principle, that is. There weren’t regular hours to speak of, but they had to be lying around somewhere.
(2) “He had an absent head,” they said.
(3) No one had asked him his opinion. He simply appeared to say those few words, then wandered off.
(4) Nudge, nudge.
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