Doctor's Office Visit
Red grunted as she tried to tug the sweater down on her young charge's head, very near to the point of ripping the darn thing. Anthony made a fussy noise as he tried to poke his head through the neck-hole, "Nanna! It doesn't fit!" he snapped tugging away from Red to wander around the room, attempting to pull the sweater off. Red giggled softly as Anthony ran into the wall a couple of times before the boy managed to get the oppressing clothing off (1).
"We need to up your exercise time Anthony," Red said going to the boy's closet and finding a larger but uglier sweater (2). Anthony pouted, "Nanna are you suggesting I'm getting fat?" he asked crossing his arms. "By no means little master," Red cooed pulling the sweater down on the boy's head, "I'm merely suggesting that you're growing out instead of up," she said as Anthony stuck his arms out of the sleeves. The boy gave a glare, "I could tell mother to fire your bum," he hissed as Red ushered him out of the over-decorated nursery. "You could but then who would dress you in the mornings? Uncle Hastur?" Red cooed putting the boy's hat on his head (3).
Anthony looked at her in pure horror as Red chuckled, "My point exactly little boy," she said taking his hand and heading down the grand staircase. Anthony squeezed her hand tight as they went into the dining room, where the adults of the household had assembled and were eating their finely prepared food. Anthony climbed into his chair next to his mother and took the napkin from his plate to put it on his lap. Uncle Hastur looked at the boy with disdain as he sipped his tea, "Why are you wearing that hideous green sweater Anthony?" he drawled with a haughty lift of his chin.
Lilith glared, "I picked out that sweater for him Hastur…do you happen to have an issue with it?" she asked slicing her knife down into a small link of sausage (4). Anthony watched with some enjoyment as his uncle swallowed his tea thickly. "Of course not my dear sister in law! It just doesn't flatter the boy's eyes," Hastur rebuked turning his head to the newspaper that had conveniently appeared on the table (5). Anthony took his glass of milk and drank it quietly, to avoid any more attention on him that was highly unwanted. Lilith looked at her son, "He's adorable in any outfit," she cooed pinching his cheek a little harshly. The boy gave a strained smiled before setting his glass down, "Mother do we ever say grace at the table?" he asked cutting his egg in half.
1) You know you'd laugh too.
2) With how it was hidden deep inside the closet, Red could only assume it was a gift from Mrs. Crowen.
3) The moocher uncle that had a fear of answering machines and voicemail.
4) Lilith often didn't take an ambiguous approach to her intentions.
5) The Washington Post or something of the sort. Anthony hardly paid attention to it but he did wonder where they came from.
The adults leaped up from the table with hisses and groans, leaving the boy to look at them curiously (6). Lilith's snarl faded uneasily into a small smile, "No dear we don't say…that at the table," she said before sitting down. The others sat down eyeing the small boy before going back to their morning activities (7). Anthony ate his food with a begrudging look before sliding out of the chair and straightening his sweater. Red got up with a brush of her lips on a napkin before taking the small boy's hand, "We're off to your check up with Dr. Sable first Anthony," she said grabbing her coat and her purse. She blathered on about the day's activities much to the disinterest of her charge.
Anthony glanced back into the dining room before walking with his nanny out the door and onto the sidewalk of the large city. He could remember some parts of the sandy city he had been born in but he had to admit he liked the city he lived in now. He listened to his shoes as they clacked on the concrete in perfect sync with his nanny's dangerous looking heels (8). After a few blocks of walking they started the descent into the dark tunnel of the subway. Anthony made a distressed sound as Red tugged him along, "Anthony it's just the train nothing to be scared of," she hissed as the boy's face turned red (9). After a few more minutes of tugging, Anthony reluctantly followed and clung to his nanny's side, glancing at the strange people and shrinking at the sound of the trains coming to a stop or speeding by.
They entered the train and sat on a seat near the door as Anthony fidgeted with his sweater (10). He looked around the train before slipping off his wool hat and stuffed it into Red's purse. His nanny was preoccupied with a magazine as they waited to get to their next stop with the rattling windows and the occasional train passing by. When they reached their stop, Red got up and took Anthony's hand and led him out of the dark tunnel and up to the bright light of the street. She took his hat out and fixed it on his head with a stern look before she ushered him to a bright white building with "Clinic" written in bold red letters (11).
6) Well the red eyes alarmed him a bit too.
7) The kind of eyeing you do to a suspicious man staring to hard at your mailbox before you wake up the next morning to find the mailbox gone.
8) He often wondered if they could do those tap dancing routines he found entertaining in the Broadway musicals his mother took him to see.
9) With embarrassment and a growing tantrum. He quite hated dark places thank you very much.
10) It itched terribly probably made from that cruddy wool material his hat was made from. Anthony preferred cashmere overall.
11) Glaringly obvious to anyone what the building was or perhaps not.
Anthony hated seeing Dr. Sable he'd much rather see the nicer Dr. Salus next door, but he had to go with what his nanny said. He wasn't sure but his nanny and Dr. Sable seem like they know each other from somewhere. They talked like they'd known each other forever and it was rather eerie how Dr. Sable looked like a Halloween decoration. (12) Anthony jarred out of his thoughts as the bell jingled at their arrival into the smell of a thoroughly scrubbed place and that sanitizer scent still lingering in the air. Red went to the check in window as Anthony spotted a familiar patch of blonde curly hair.
Before his nanny had the chance to catch him, he rushed over to the toys' table and plopped down next to the boy eagerly before sitting up straight and trying to look nonchalant (13). "Hullo," he said examining the shapeless sweater and khaki pants on the pale blonde child (14). Aziraphale blinked before glancing at the boy next to him, "Hello!" he replied eagerly, completely forgetting the complex 1000 piece puzzle. Anthony cleared his throat, "I am Anthony Crowen the second and you are?" he asked outstretching his hand. The other gave a nervous smile, "I'm Aziraphale O'Connor…are you british?" he asked detecting the accent in Anthony's speech before shaking his hand. "No my mother is," Anthony said before glancing at the other's puzzle. "Aren't you a little old to be doing puzzles of cartoon kittens?" he asked in a superior tone (15).
12) Thin and sharp, sort of like those things from that Lord of the rings or something.
13) Which was hard to do when he was giddy with excitement, not that Anthony would admit he was excited.
14) Obviously a kid who spent a lot of time dressing himself in the closet…with the light off.
15) Well he certainly didn't do puzzles with terribly cute kittens all together in a basket with balls of yarn. Not that he'd admit to having…tucked away in the left side of the toybox.
Aziraphale snorted, "It's a complicated puzzle with all the same colors," he said putting a piece into its place. Anthony picked up a piece and stuck it in with a smug look. Aziraphale scowled before finding another piece and forcing it into place. Anthony's smile turned to a frown as he moved to start jabbing pieces together, not really caring if they fit completely right (16).
Meanwhile Red was arguing with a nun on the far side of the room as they both kept a wary eye on the children. "I'm sure an innocent interaction will be fine with both sides my dear," Sister Fauna said closing her book quietly. "We were told no interactions were to take place at any time and you know it," Red hissed as the boys escalated to a shoving contest as they tried to finish the puzzle before each other (17). "They're just young children they won't remember each other come tomorrow so settle down today and I'll relocate my charge away from yours," Sister Fauna snapped at Red. They both looked over at a sharp yipe as Anthony tugged Aziraphale's curls in one hand and slammed down a piece of the puzzle with the other (18). Aziraphale grunted and kicked Anthony in the side before putting the last piece down, "HA!" the boy said before the other tackled him (19). Both women rushed over and separated the dueling pair with a bit of a struggle. Anthony rubbed the blood trickling out of his nose while Aziraphale nursed a shiner on his right eye.
Sister Fauna took Aziraphale over to the far left side of the room and quietly scolded him as she fixed his sweater and grumbled at the damage done to his clothing. Red gave a glare to Anthony as she set him in a chair and sat down next to him. The boy gave an indignant sniff as he waited next to her for the nurse to call them back into the examination room. Red held a hankie to the boy's nose as it dripped a little (20). A nurse came out of the door in a few minutes and gave Red a look, "Mr. Crowen," she said flipping the papers quietly. Anthony got up and made a face at Aziraphale before going through the door. Aziraphale gave his own look before being ushered into Dr. Salus's office on the quiet scolding of his guardian.
When Anthony came out from his appointment with a sugary lollipop stuck in his mouth, there was no sign of Aziraphale or his guardian. He headed over to the toy table and saw a box with a note on top of it. He picked it up and looked at the post it, "Anthony. Sorry for the broken nose. You can have the puzzle so you can practice for next time. A." Anthony's lip twitched into a soft smile as he took the note and stuffed it in his pocket before rushing over to his nanny and leaving the office with her, the puzzle safely tucked under his arm (21).
16) Well they fit somewhere in the puzzle right?
17) Aziraphale's Mood Meter: Vaguely Annoyed
18) Anthony's Mood Meter: Extremely Frustrated
19) Aziraphale's Mood Meter: Over 9000
20) She was quite used to having to take care of the child's annoying habit of having a runny nose.
21) Even Indiana Jones couldn't steal his treasure from him.
Prime Minister Young watched outside his window as more citizens pledged their allegiance to him. It was only a matter of time before he sent the armed forces to Buckingham to take the royal family out and to the tower of London (22). He rubbed his forehead with a tired sigh before stroking the dark rings under his eyes. Pepper looked at Adam nervously as she knitted, "Dear…perhaps you should get some rest…military coups can be very trying." Adam looked over at her, "Sure Pep…I'll nap," he said coming over to her and laying his head in her lap. Pepper stroked his hair quietly as she glanced outside at the growing revolution that was taking place in her beloved country. She sighed quietly and prayed that somehow everything would turn out well; she especially was worried how Dog was growing in size over the years and becoming a danger to her and the children.
She paused in her stroking and looked down at Adam's sleeping face as she picked up her scissors, with the thought of ending it all. Adam's eyes opened and glanced up at her, "You're thinking too much again Pepper," he said as her mind began to haze. "Yes…I am," she said setting down the scissors and going back to her knitting. "It will all be wonderful in the end," Adam said as if it was a fact. Pepper nodded and continued her knitting as she hummed softly.
22) "Make them Part of the Tour."
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