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Aziraphale was more than content to pretend no one was here. There was a reason he’d ‘forgotten’ to get a bell after all. But the young woman cleared her throat and he had no choice but to acknowledge her EVENTUALLY. The blond man shaped being made a show of how annoyed he was. Putting the book he was reading down with a clearly audible huff. 

“Did you check in fiction?” He asked in as condescending a voice as he could muster. “Perhaps under ‘H’ for ‘Hawthorne?”

"Under H, in fiction, as well as under N just in case of... mis-shelving." The insinuation was an obvious one; the shop was about as easy to maneuver as a labyrinth, and she wouldn't be surprised if pulling the wrong book off the shelf would send her tumbling off to an OUBLIETTE. "Then I checked in classic literature, H and N, historical fiction, H and N, and because the book contains the word 'romance' in the title despite not being a romance, I checked there." ( A breath. ) "H and N."

The shopkeeper didn't seem interested in helping her. Truth be told, he didn't seem particularly interested in helping anybody. Head down, she approached the counter of the small book shop ( a sign on the counter, in a near illegible penmanship, said to ring the bell for service... despite there being no bell anywhere on the desk ) and cleared her throat softly, hoping to get the man's attention.

"I don't suppose you have a copy of The Scarlet Letter? Nathaniel Hawthorne?" She had tried two other shops already for the supposed BANNED BOOK.

THERE WERE ONLY four men that Babydoll had witnessed use a key to allow them entrance into the back halls of the Paradise Theatre, the areas where the girls worked, rehearsed, LIVED. Those men were Blue Jones, his two body guards, and the cook. Anyone else had needed to be let inside, and were not left to their own devices to wander around alone. They were ESCORTED. Beyond that, Madame Gorski would often warn the girls when a man would be wandering through-- an attempt to have them on their best behaviour.

It was a combination of these facts that made the young man wandering through the hall seem vaguely threatening to Baby, as she went about her daily chores.

"...sorry, the... the floor's wet." She gestured towards the portion of the floor that she had already scrubbed with the damp sponge in her hand, gaze uncertain as she watched him.

Babydoll was, if evidenced by her expression, unimpressed by Crowley's response. DEMON-Y THINGS, really. While she may not have the best grasp on how demons went about their business, she felt from her minimal observations of the one before her that he didn't exactly have any better idea than she did.

"Crowley, last week I watched you spend an hour gluing quarters to the sidewalk. How is that demonic?"

Jack shrugged. She could call him dramatic all she wanted. It wouldn’t change how he felt. She was perfect. An angel from heaven come all the way down to Rapture. And if the only way to be with her was to die, well, maybe she’d put in a good word for him and get him into heaven with her. Besides, Jack was pretty sure he didn’t have to literally die. As long as his father and anyone who would tell his father thought he was dead, that would work.

“My father controls the city Baby Doll. He probably has it in his will already that if I want Ryan Industries I have to be with exactly who he wants, and have children on a schedule. I think I can get Cohen to make a fake corpse for me. And then we can run away.”

"I am NOT letting you--" She cut herself off, the sharp tone of her voice an uncharacteristic one. Shutting her eyes, she exhaled a deep sigh, stepping forward to take Jack's face in her hands, coaxing him into looking at her. "...Jack, please don't throw your entire life away."

SURPRISE touched Baby's features, and she can't help the slow smile that takes over her expression, an airy laughter escaping past her lips. "Okay, there, Romeo... don't you think that's just... a bit dramatic?"

It was no secret that ANDREW RYAN did not like her. It was hypocritical, for a man who had such public affairs with call girls to deny his son from seeing a girl who he deemed as being outside Jack's station. Rapture may have claimed to be a Utopia, but Utopia remained only as long as the rich stayed rich and the poor stayed poor. "Your dad can't... control you forever, Jack. He barely controls you now."

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“It’s not easy, getting the hang of everything up here,” he murmured, his voice kind.  After all, he had once been the one learning.  Others had helped him, and he had become one of Heaven’s top angels, really.  He did his best to spread as much goodness as he could, and sometimes, that included among the other angels. 

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“You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Babydoll does not immediately respond to the comment; TOO OFTEN are such words used towards her in mockery, and she seems uncertain whether or not there is a hidden cruelty in the strangers words. When she can find NONE, she scuffs her shoe uncomfortably against the wooden floorboards beneath their feet.