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[gforceinmyfaaaace]

[ The feed, as it is wont to do, flickers on, showing a chipper boy of 13, blue eyes and messy brown hair and--is that a golden laurel wreath on his head? And is he wearing a tunic? And are those wings visible behind him? ]

Hey everyone! My name's Pit. I'm new here! Thought I'd just say hi to all my new neighbors. It's nice to meet you, whoever you are!

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[dancingonapin]

[... he's not sure whether or not he should laugh or cry at the sheer irony of that question. Aziraphale settles for pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Not exactly... It's only... you look rather young to be an angel, not to mention your attire is... out of the ordinary.

[grancenturio]

An angel, hm...

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

I look young to be an angel?

[ There was an age limit on angels now? He knows he is comparatively young to other angels, but, uh. Humans would think he's positively ancient! Or getting there, at least. ]

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

What about it?

[grancenturio]

I rarely meet those.q

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

That's not a surprise. We tend to stay out of the spotlight and do our work behind the scenes.

[grancenturio]

Does that work?

[dancingonapin]

Err, forgive me, I don't mean to be insensitive... [He's only seriously confused.] I'm only wondering why, exactly, you've chosen the body of a child... and clothing that's been outdated for almost two millennium?

[He himself used to wear clothing like that, of course....... six thousand years ago. And Crowley wanted to insist that his fashion sense was outdated.]

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

[ blink, blink, blink ]

That's just how I look. I'm 13 in angel years!

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

...no...

[grancenturio]

How disappointing.

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

Why's it disappointing?

[grancenturio]

Wouldn't you hope for the angels to do their work successfully? And help everyone.

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

That's what we do; but sometimes we can't do it away from where humans can see.

[dancingonapin]

[He's blinking back...]

Angel years?? What, you can't mean like dog years, can you?? [This conversation was rapidly turning silly...] How old are you then? In human years.

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

...

Fifty.

[dancingonapin]

... Excuse me? [He has absolutely no idea what you said...]

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

[ He says a bit louder: ]

Fifty.

[dancingonapin]

[He leans in closer to the communicator.. he thinks he caught part of that?]

Five hundred??

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

...fifty!

[ Damn he's not THAT old! ]

[dancingonapin]

[F-five hundred isn't that old though! Aziraphale's expression looks rather shocked though, because fifty...

To not even be a century old, this had to be the youngest angel Aziraphale's ever met--]

Goodness, that is incredibly young! [In which case, this angel posed absolutely no threat to him, and he therefore had nothing to hide.]

I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. My name's Aziraphale-- I'm a principality myself, which is why I was surprised to see another angel here.

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

Wait, you're an angel?

[ It took him a moment because he has no idea what "principality" means. ]

[dancingonapin]

Yes, I'm an angel. I'm... trying to stay under the radar, however, which is why I probably don't look like it.

[That's okay, Aziraphale's used to that... he's also used to people making fun of him for calling himself a principality.]

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

But where are your wings?

[dancingonapin]

Like I said, I'm trying to stay under the radar... not to mention they get in the way quite a lot, and I'm not usually in a hurry to fly anywhere... So they're hidden for now.