[ Aziraphale chuckles and arcs his arm around Crowley's waist as he skims over the front. ]
Oh, I did like an introduction, I'm not sure you're in here until... aha.
[ He flips through, and about halfway through chapter 1, he starts narrating: ]
From the corner of his vision, he spies the illustrious stranger come to grace their sleepy town, the one that had piqued everyone's interest and generated gossip anywhere from lonely widower to escaped convict. Upon closer inspection, William--
And I quite liked the name William at the time, can't recall why.
--William realizes that it's not a stranger at all. No, he recognizes this man, and politely exits his conversation with Ms. Beaton in order to go give him a piece of his mind for disrupting the townsfolk's lives, swanning in like that enfolded in drama and mystery, disappearing in the night without a word and after all these years, returning without even announcing himself to an old friend, not even sending word of his arrival.
And then, perhaps he is mistaken; after all, some time had passed, and he had seen that devilish smile in more than one passing by in a crowd, and he thinks perhaps he has just overreacted when he hears it, clear as a bell, that laugh he would recognize to the ends of the Earth, and it strikes his he--
Oh, dear. I was quite a bit more drunk than I remembered.
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Oh, I did like an introduction, I'm not sure you're in here until... aha.
[ He flips through, and about halfway through chapter 1, he starts narrating: ]
From the corner of his vision, he spies the illustrious stranger come to grace their sleepy town, the one that had piqued everyone's interest and generated gossip anywhere from lonely widower to escaped convict. Upon closer inspection, William--
And I quite liked the name William at the time, can't recall why.
--William realizes that it's not a stranger at all. No, he recognizes this man, and politely exits his conversation with Ms. Beaton in order to go give him a piece of his mind for disrupting the townsfolk's lives, swanning in like that enfolded in drama and mystery, disappearing in the night without a word and after all these years, returning without even announcing himself to an old friend, not even sending word of his arrival.
And then, perhaps he is mistaken; after all, some time had passed, and he had seen that devilish smile in more than one passing by in a crowd, and he thinks perhaps he has just overreacted when he hears it, clear as a bell, that laugh he would recognize to the ends of the Earth, and it strikes his he--
Oh, dear. I was quite a bit more drunk than I remembered.