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Chapter 9,
When Crowley was finished unpacking, he went down to his shop. The demon groaned at the brightness of it. He just wanted to rip it all out and start again.
"The bricks outside, the pale walls, the white tiles, BLEH!" Crowley complained to God.
"How do the humans live in this kind of condition?" Crowley asked. He was looking around when an idea occurred to him.
"Who says I have to start this flower business right away? It's my business, and it's my building, and if I want to change it, I can. I can redecorate if I want, and if the humans want to buy flowers from me, then I can take them to the greenhouse." Crowley said.
"I think that's brilliant." A voice said, and Crowley whipped around and saw Adam.
"I swear you keep popping up when you aren't wanted." Crowley said and Adam laughed.
"The bell chimed, but I guess you weren't listening to that." Adam pointed out and Crowley sighed.
"What are you doing here?" Crowley asked, and Adam shrugged.
"After you left, I stopped by Anathema's place and she told me that you bought this place." Adam said.
"That doesn't answer my question, Antichrist." Crowley stated and Adam smiled.
"You're my godfather and I should be entitled to spending time with you." Adam said and Crowley sighed.
"Alright, what did you have in mind?" Crowley asked.
"It's not about what I have in mind, it's about what you want." Adam stated.
"What game are you playing?" Crowley asked, suspiciously.
"We could fix up this old place together." Adam said and Crowley blinked.
"Why?" Crowley asked.
"It's a nice way for us to really bond with each other, and really make us feel like family." Adam said and Crowley was still apprehensive about it. However, since Crowley is doing things the human way, it could be helpful if Adam was working beside him.
"I was gonna go down to the general store to collect some supplies. I suppose you can tag along." Crowley said and Adam smiled widely.
"Let's go then." Adam said.
"I don't like how enthusiastic you are." Crowley admitted and Adam smiled.
"Get use to it." Adam said and Crowley rolled his eyes.
"I doubt I ever will." Crowley admitted
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In Soho, Aziraphale was reading a book about the history of Tadfield. It occurred to him that there might be something unusual about Tadfield. The antichrist was suppose to have grown up in a political household; after all political families are constantly protected and it's a nice way to ensure the child lives to the age of 11.
Hell had chosen the American ambassador not some common family, like the Young's. Tadfield Airbase is where the apocalypse was suppose to start. When you look at that, it almost makes you wonder if it really was Adam that changed the weather, or if there was another reason entirely.
"Hello?" A voice called out and Aziraphale turned towards the front door. There he saw a very average looking gentleman. He was about 5'9, had dark hair, slightly tanned skin and he wore blue jeans, a grey shirt and a brown leather jacket.
"Oh!" Aziraphale carefully tides up his little area and went over to the gentleman.
"Hello, my good sir. Is there something I can help you find?" Aziraphale said, trying to be as polite as possible through his stiffness.
"I don't really know. You see I wasn't here to actually buy a book." The man said. Aziraphale relaxed, but he grew confused.
"If you aren't here for your literary needs, then what are you here for, mr...?" Aziraphale asked and the man extended his hand, and that's when Aziraphale saw that he was wearing gloves.
"Mr. Akl, Yasar Akl." He said as the angel shook his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Yasar. Now what can I assist you with?" Aziraphale asked and the man sighed.
"I'm trying to locate an individual. I understand that he loved browsing this store here." Yasar said and Aziraphale hesitated.
"Well, I get plenty of lookie-loos, but I don't require them to tell me their name if they don't buy anything. I'll admit, the store makes more money searching for books others want and collecting a finders fee, then actually selling off out inventory." Aziraphale said and Yasar nodded.
"Alright, I understand that." Yasar said softly and he took a deep breath and sighed.
"Thanks for you time then." Yasar said and he turned to leave.
"Well, wait." Aziraphale said and Yasar stopped.
"Would you care to sit and talk about it?" Aziraphale asked and Yasar put his hands in his pockets.
"I don't want to keep you from anything." Yasar said and Aziraphale gestured to a chair.
"I like to think that a good old conversation can do wonders for an ailing soul." Aziraphale said and Yasar smiled.
"That is such a kind notion, thank you sir." Yasar said and Aziraphale smiled as he sat down.
"Call me, Aziraphale." Aziraphale said.
"That's an interesting name. Is it a traditional family name?" Yasar asked and Aziraphale hesitated.
"I suppose, in a way, yes." Aziraphale said, sitting down.
"So, tell me about this, uh, friend?" Aziraphale said.
"Well... I'm not the only one looking for him. In truth, there are several of us looking for him. You know it's like we are a family and we want to know where he is." Yasar said and Aziraphale nodded.
"When a family member is missing, it's natural to miss them." Aziraphale said and Yasar nodded.
"Yes, well. We haven't physically seen him in a long time. He use to send us updates on how he is and what he's been up to, but we haven't heard anything in so long. I believe it's been a year now." Yasar said and Aziraphale nodded as he listened.
"And now you are trying to find him by searching the different places he might be?" Aziraphale clarified and Yasar nodded.
"He was very impressed by this store, so I thought I would take a chance." Yasar said.
"I wish I could have been more help." Aziraphale admitted.
"Actually, I feel a little better just having someone to talk to." Yasar said and Aziraphale smiled.
"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'd be happy to lend my ear." Aziraphale said and Yasar smiled.
"That would be nice. Thank you, Aziraphale." Yasar said and he looked down at his wrist.
"You know, I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but I do have another appointment." Yasar said, standing up.
"Well, you're welcomed back any time." Aziraphale said. He held out his hand to Yasar who shook it. Immediately Aziraphale noticed that Yasar's gloves hand was two or three times hotter then it was before. Aziraphale looked down at their hands and Yasar quickly pulled his hand back.
"Good day, Aziraphale." Yasar said with a smile.
"Oh... good day, Mr. Alt." Aziraphale said and Yasar happily left.
Now we could stay with Aziraphale as he quietly contemplated the heat of Yasar's hand for a good hour before he returned to his research on Tadfield; or we could go down the alley with Yasar. You see, he was not exactly the concerned individual he claimed to be.
Yasar snapped his fingers and he dissipated into the wind.
Oh... well... we can always talk about him in the next chapter, then...