"It's just - well, it's not very fitting, is it?" ventures Aziraphale, sobering up as much as he can. "Sorry, sorry. I, er. Just wasn't expecting anything like that."
Orisa slithers up around his shoulders, resting her weight on him tiredly. Aziraphale stands up, still feeling a bit shaky.
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Orisa slithers up around his shoulders, resting her weight on him tiredly. Aziraphale stands up, still feeling a bit shaky.
"We're going to, er, go, then," he says weakly.