"That's clever." He missed those days. To just be able to will something into being with a thought. Not that he needed a shield...most days.
"Oh, of course. Let me just--" kneeling, he awkwardly fumbled a marking onto the floor, indicating the way they came from and the direction they had headed from here. He hadn't expected anyone to notice (not that he had been especially subtle), so it somewhat embarrassed him to be caught making graffiti, even if it was essentially breadcrumbs for their return. "Though there's always the possibility that the floors may not be reliable either.[1] But better to have faith than not, I think."
It was dark around the edges of Eleven's light. Aziraphale took a deep breath he did not need and stepped protectively closer behind the children.
"I feel like we should make a game of it, if we're going to be here a while, don't you?" he attempted brightly to lighten the mood, putting on a cheery, tight smile in the hope of outshining the spooky darkness around them. Sneaking was not his strong suit--at least if his six millennia history was anything to go by. "The green bottle song? I think the American's have a variant that goes, what is it? 99 bottles of--no, wait, that wouldn't be appropriate."
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"Oh, of course. Let me just--" kneeling, he awkwardly fumbled a marking onto the floor, indicating the way they came from and the direction they had headed from here. He hadn't expected anyone to notice (not that he had been especially subtle), so it somewhat embarrassed him to be caught making graffiti, even if it was essentially breadcrumbs for their return. "Though there's always the possibility that the floors may not be reliable either.[1] But better to have faith than not, I think."
It was dark around the edges of Eleven's light. Aziraphale took a deep breath he did not need and stepped protectively closer behind the children.
"I feel like we should make a game of it, if we're going to be here a while, don't you?" he attempted brightly to lighten the mood, putting on a cheery, tight smile in the hope of outshining the spooky darkness around them. Sneaking was not his strong suit--at least if his six millennia history was anything to go by. "The green bottle song? I think the American's have a variant that goes, what is it? 99 bottles of--no, wait, that wouldn't be appropriate."
[1] - Which would most assuredly not be fair, but your mother is a fraggin' aardvark. Not that Aziraphale would ever insinuate such.