"Hot lawyer brought in some abused kids," Crowley explained, sitting on the floor to hopefully make Gideon relax a little again. "The orange juice is good for you, you should have some."
Holden looked at the tiny baby, his heart hurting at the sight. He got his phone ready and asked, just to make sure. "Can I take some pictures? I need to have a record of how it looked before I can do some first aid."
Even that baby was bruised. How could this have happened?
"Oh yeah, it's not problem at all, sir. Gideon, you just have to take a few pictures for me and then we'll all be tip-top. Perhaps once your feet are better, we can go for a ... a jaunt around the neighbour. Look at the houses. You love looking at houses." Aziraphale tried, wanting to encourage the boy as best he could.
Gideon was trembling because there was a lot right now but he nodded his head and then sipped some orange juice. It was good.
"A smashing lad!" Aziraphale ruffled Gideon's hair, just trying to be as upbeat as he could be. "You can sit with me while we do it - if that's okay with you, sir?" Aziraphale looked up at Holden for approval, not wanting to overstep but knowing that evidence was important.
"Of course, that's all good. We don't have that many rules in our house." As was perhaps obvious from Crowley basically crawling on the floor over to where Bill was seated on the couch, not bothering with getting up.
Holden started taking pictures, gently directing Gideon. "Very good, sweetheart. You'll be in less pain soon." He tried to sound encouraging, while he took pictures of the little sister as well. Then of Aziraphale, who was comparatively in better shape. Slightly. "Jonathan is warming up some food for you and I think Barty is talking with Sam. He's a really nice policeman."
He was hoping the kids could calm down a little. "Maybe we could watch some television? Crowley, find something."
Crowley obliged, taking a look at the audience in this room - two tiny kids and a boy his age who used words like 'tip-top', 'jaunt' and 'smashing'. So he stopped when Postman Pat came on. Seemed about right.
"Oh. That's-- oh." They weren't supposed to watch TV. Were they? Gideon was sitting on his lap, staring at the TV with utter fascination and his protest died down very swiftly. It was for children, he was sure it wasn't that dangerous if they watched a bit. It seemed to be about a postman. Aziraphale lifted Gideon and set him back on the arm chair before picking up the baby, ensuring she was getting enough attention.
She did love pulling on his hair so he winced but let her.
Aziraphale looked at the two teenagers and had no idea how to interact with them. He didn't really talk to other teens. Never to girls, not teenage girls.
Bill leaned against Crowley and frowned. "What's a jaunt?"
"'s like a walk, innit?" Crowley wasn't entirely certain, but he shrugged and assumed he was right. He looked at Aziraphale who had that tiny girl on his lap, smiling a little. Maybe they ought to get her a banana or something? What did babies eat? Apples, maybe. He always liked a good apple, hard to say no to that. "Oi, what's your name?"
He addressed Aziraphale, then gestured to Bill. "That's my friend, Bill. She's a bit of all right."
"Hello. I'm Aziraphale Fell. I'm 15 and I attend the church of Latter Day Saints." Aziraphale smiled at them brightly, introducing himself in a way that he felt he had to. "This is Eden and that is Gideon. They are my neighbours."
"Your name is Aziraphale... Fell. Huh. What do they call you for short?" Bill asked, just utterly floored by the name choice.
"Well... They call me Aziraphale?" Aziraphale answered with a confused frown before shrugging his shoulders. "I'm named after an angel. The angel was a principality. And Eden is the garden and Gideon is the biblical judge."
"You look a bit like an angel, so that tracks." Kind of cute like that, with the lips and the blond hair and all that sunny attitude while clearly hurt and exhausted. "Gideon's a cool name. Giddy." He approved, smiling at Eden. "I hope she likes snakes."
He had a snake tattoo and a snake earring, after all. Only one of them was visible right now. "I'm just Crowley, I don't got a fancy story for that."
He shrugged and then sniffed the air. "Ah, you're getting stew. It's Irish, so you've gotta tell them it's great."
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Holden looked at the tiny baby, his heart hurting at the sight. He got his phone ready and asked, just to make sure. "Can I take some pictures? I need to have a record of how it looked before I can do some first aid."
Even that baby was bruised. How could this have happened?
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Gideon was trembling because there was a lot right now but he nodded his head and then sipped some orange juice. It was good.
"A smashing lad!" Aziraphale ruffled Gideon's hair, just trying to be as upbeat as he could be. "You can sit with me while we do it - if that's okay with you, sir?" Aziraphale looked up at Holden for approval, not wanting to overstep but knowing that evidence was important.
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Holden started taking pictures, gently directing Gideon. "Very good, sweetheart. You'll be in less pain soon." He tried to sound encouraging, while he took pictures of the little sister as well. Then of Aziraphale, who was comparatively in better shape. Slightly. "Jonathan is warming up some food for you and I think Barty is talking with Sam. He's a really nice policeman."
He was hoping the kids could calm down a little. "Maybe we could watch some television? Crowley, find something."
Crowley obliged, taking a look at the audience in this room - two tiny kids and a boy his age who used words like 'tip-top', 'jaunt' and 'smashing'. So he stopped when Postman Pat came on. Seemed about right.
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She did love pulling on his hair so he winced but let her.
Aziraphale looked at the two teenagers and had no idea how to interact with them. He didn't really talk to other teens. Never to girls, not teenage girls.
Bill leaned against Crowley and frowned. "What's a jaunt?"
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He addressed Aziraphale, then gestured to Bill. "That's my friend, Bill. She's a bit of all right."
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"Your name is Aziraphale... Fell. Huh. What do they call you for short?" Bill asked, just utterly floored by the name choice.
"Well... They call me Aziraphale?" Aziraphale answered with a confused frown before shrugging his shoulders. "I'm named after an angel. The angel was a principality. And Eden is the garden and Gideon is the biblical judge."
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He had a snake tattoo and a snake earring, after all. Only one of them was visible right now. "I'm just Crowley, I don't got a fancy story for that."
He shrugged and then sniffed the air. "Ah, you're getting stew. It's Irish, so you've gotta tell them it's great."