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“Thank you, my dear, that was very kind of you!” said Aziraphale, as he did his level best to catch his breath. “If it weren’t for you my books and I would be a pancake right about now.-- And speaking of which, would you look at that,” comfort flooded his face as the angel stole a glance at his four tomes, “not a scratch on them!”

“Adam,” he began, softly, “we talked about this. You need to moderate your video game time.” Quite frankly, Aziraphale wasn’t completely sold on the idea of video games. He wasn’t sure why Adam liked them so much? As far as the angel was concerned, you tapped a couple of buttons and wiggled round this odd looking stick in order to shoot a couple of people on the screen. In all honesty, it seemed like something Crowley would probably enjoy. “Antichrist or not you’re still a growing boy.”

“Oh? Is that so? Fancy that, you learn something new every day!” beamed Aziraphale, before hailing over one of the nearby waiters. “Excuse me, sir. I think I’m about ready to order. Yes, I’ll have some of your finest, cogliones, please?” The waiter flashed the angel an indignant look before muttering a curse under his breath, snatching Aziraphale’s menu away, and storming off.“Hmm. Perhaps, I hadn’t said it right,” mused the angel.

-- It was his first week off in months, and Naruto was actually glad to be free to rest for some time. Usually, he would beg for missions, but... Ah, he could travel. And go see one of his friends. After the war, Gaara was always busy, and Naruto missed him. So he decided to rest the whole week-- at Suna. And that's why the Uzumaki was, right now, in front of the Kazegake's door. A loud knock, and the blond chuckled. Sure, Gaara would be surprised.

"I don't trust you." A frown. "Weird things always happen when I'm drunk and you're around."

"Seems like we won't be able to return home right now." Not that he would mind walking on this rain, but they weren't really close to the village right now. Being stuck thanks to rain was the worst.