44. Four Word Challenge Post [Take Two]

[thwarting]

[Hope you weren't planning to sleep in this morning, Paradisa, as there's a rather loud and angry exclamation over the journals at around six in the morning.]

BLAST YOU, EVIL CONTRAPTION!

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dictated;

[formersocialite]

Some of us are trying to sleep.

[Have an irritable, somewhat groggy reply from Vivian who is currently curled up in bed.]

Dictated forever

[onlyanapple]

[You know who doesn't like his sleep being disturbed, Aziraphale? Can you guess?]

What have I told you about pissing about with the toaster?

[thwarting]

Ah... my apologies, Miss, I didn't realise the journal was open.

[thwarting]

It's swallowed my bread, again!

[onlyanapple]

[There's a long suffering sigh on Crowley's end. As if this is a conversation many times repeated since the toaster came into existence]

That's supposed to happen. It's how it cooks it.

[thwarting]

[Aziraphale didn't trust toasters, he still made his morning round by grilling it in the oven, but every so often he got curious.]

Nonsense, it's smoking... that's gone beyond cooked.

[formersocialite]

It's fine. [Well, it wasn't but he did apologise.] What were you shouting at anyway?

[thwarting]

This infernal machine! It swallowed my breakfast again and won't give it back...

[formersocialite]

[Maybe she's still sleepy but Vivian thinks she heard that right.]

You mean a toaster?

[thwarting]

Precisely.

[Stupid machine.]

[formersocialite]

Then perhaps you shouldn't use it.

[onlyanapple]

...

How do you even...

Look. Just switch it off from the plug and leave it alone. For Someone's sake don't use any water on it. You don't want a repeat of the 1930 incident.

[notjamesbond]

It wasn't my fault! Not this time!

[Clearly this is the correct way to even reply to such an exclamation. Obviously.]

Dictated

[dupable]

... Uh?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora snorts awake. Goddamnit, Aziraphale! Why you always gotta be waking her up?! She sighs]

What're you yelling about, this time?

[optimystic]

W-What's the matter?

[cantacquityou]

[I know that Angelic voice.]


...Aziraphale?

[too_fairytale]

[this is the SECOND TIME IN A WEEK that Amy has had to blindly fling her journal across the room, dammit >:(]

[detectivegenius]

Do you... need help with something? [Tim's already up and at it.]

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor blinks awake quickly enough. He might not know who shouted but that's no reason why he shouldn't react]

Y'arrite?

[heloise]

Could you not exorcise it?

[demontobeloved]

Whatever it was, I didn't do it.

...What happened?

[arealwoman]

[ Bad time to yell into your journal ]

Oi!

[ She may be shouting back a bit because her journal's on the other side of the room ]

[thwarting]

I was going to use the grill, but some careless person left melted cheese all over it.

[thwarting]

[There was a beat of silence - perhaps in shame, and perhaps to honour the fallen toasters of 1930 - before Aziraphale spoke again.]

Can't you just come and sort it out, my dear?