Catch-all

[lunchbreaks]

characters: Aziraphale and maybe you?
location: Around town
date/time: Oct 28th-31st
content: Trick or treating + a date. These are unrelated.
warnings: N/A

TRICK OR TREATING (open)
[ On October 31st, Aziraphale shows up to Eleven's room having put on a pair of black cat ears and having drawn black whiskers on his cheeks. He'd knocked on most people's doors to do a reverse trick-or-treating first, asking people to either have candy ready or passing them little treats just to have something to give out later. After all, it's about the experience.

With a bucket he'd painted to have a witchy face, he leads Eleven around. ]

Are you having a good time?

[ He asks, as he gestures for her to go knock on the next door. ]

ANNIVERSARY DATE (closed to Crowley)
[ On October 28th, 4004 BC, a snake crawled up to Aziraphale on the wall where he was standing, and the two of them became the best of friends. On October 28th, 2019-- or, what passed for 2019-- Aziraphale was sitting inside the Invincible, at a table off in the corner with Crowley, and celebrating a six thousand and twenty third anniversary.

He pours the two of them wine that Crowley's made, and then he makes sure it tastes a lot better than a bland Chardonnay. ]

WILDCARD
[ HMU at assemble for a prompt! As a note I will be out of state from Nov 1st - Nov 6th but will be happy to backtag or resume after! ]

Comments

[savingthrows]

[ The feather makes her beam openly at Aziraphale when he puts the feather in her hair. For all that Eleven can seem old beyond her years, with soulful, somber eyes, there are moments like this one where she's just a child. Where for a moment, she can just be happy. ]

Do you think... they have Eggos?

[lunchbreaks]

[ He blinks at her. ]

Do you mean eggs?

I'm sure they must have eggs, but they'll get crushed underneath the rest of the candy, dear.

But I've got eggs, if you'd like!

[ Sorry Eleven, you won't catch him buying frozen waffles... ]

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven frowns at Aziraphale. Silly old man. She likes him, though, so she will explain. And maybe even share.

Maybe. ]

Not eggs. Eggos. Waffles.

[ She makes a gesture, as if that explains everything. ]

From the... freezer.

[lunchbreaks]

From the-- what?

[ He looks at her as if she's grown 2 heads.

He hadn't even touched his freezer at the house, and hadn't owned one for a good six thousand years. ]

My dear girl, I don't think that's where waffles come from!

Irons, perhaps.

Shall we try making them sometime?

[savingthrows]

Iron?

[ What can she say? Hopper isn't exactly a very dedicated chef. He cooks a killer break fast, but waffles are store bought.

Eleven doesn't really know there is any other kind. ]

Can we? How?

[lunchbreaks]

We'll cook some!

I'll have to show you sometime.

[ Even though he doesn't have a waffle iron. And he um, doesn't know how to make waffles.

He might mumble "as soon as I figure out how..." underneath his breath. ]

[savingthrows]

[ That big smile comes back full force.

Eleven is a girl of simple taste. Take her trick or treating, promise her waffles - she's happy.

Easy. ]

I would like that. We also need... whipped cream. Sprinkles. Better that way.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh. I do like the way you think, Eleven. Whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles for you, always.

[ He beams at her and then moves on with her to the next door so they can ask for more candy that he may or may not have given them. He tried to make a variety of treats so that she wouldn't catch on... ]

[savingthrows]

[ Aziraphale has good taste, and Eleven approves. As they move towards the next door, she slips a hand into his and swings the bucket idly. It's starting to fill up nicely, and even though he said she doesn't have to share, she already has something in mind.

She remembers what it felt like to have people treat her like a person and share food with her, or introduce new food to her. Even now, she values her trips to the ice cream parlor with Peter.

That combined with the waffles gives her an idea. ]

Maybe... we can ask Soldat to come, too. For Eggos. Waffles.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, you've met? Yes, of course. We have to feed him lots of good food so he stays strong.

You too.

[ She's still growing, and honestly Aziraphale is not really sure how Soldier has retained all his muscle mass through this entire situation. ]

That bucket's filling up quite nicely, don't you think?

[ He asks it in a sort of almost... waiting for review kind of way. Not that she's to know that a lot of the candy is his own contribution. ]

[savingthrows]

[ She's not quite made the connection between Soldat and Aziraphale's Soldier yet.

Give her a hot second, or a couple of weeks until that clicks, or someone tells her. Soldat, to her, is not a soldier, but someone like herself, who can barely think himself 'person', and still considers himself 'thing'.

She gets it. Sometimes it's much easier to be 'thing'.

Eggos are for people, though. So she wants Soldat to have them. ]

The bucket fills... nice.

[ Eleven lifts it up a bit and eyes it critically, then nods, satisfied with her inspection. ]

Everyone is very kind. And... gene...ral... gene..rous? Generous.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes dear, they're very generous.

[ He likes to repeat the words to cement them in her brain, and also to let her try and arrive at the correct ones by herself whenever she can. It's how he learned English all those years ago. ]

Now, once you go home, you can't eat all the candy in one night. You'll get a stomachache.

Will you promise to eat it little by little?

And share it with others who might not have been able to come trick-or-treating?

[savingthrows]

[ can't eat all the candy at once, pfff. Watch her disregard all...

Except he gets her with the next comment. The wistful sigh of a teenager successfully talked out of bad life choices. Eleven looks at the bucket, and then gives Aziraphale an earnest nod. ]

I will eat little by little. I will share. Pink promise.

[ And she holds up her pinky to him. She's only learned about pinky swears very recently, but they seem highly binding. ]

[lunchbreaks]

A pink..?

Ah, yes.

[ He holds out his pinky and shakes hers with it. ]

A very solemn swear. Don't you go breaking it.

[ He can hardly contain himself with how adorable she is. ]

[savingthrows]

I wouldn't!

[ Eyebrows all the way up, brown eyes big and wide.

So earnest it's almost painful. ]

Promises are... things you can't break.

[ She has to ask, though - has to. ]

So...-lemn?

[lunchbreaks]

Solemn. It means... formal. And serious.

No joking.

And you are very correct. A promise is not something to be lightly broken.

[ He nods affirmatively before they move onto the next door. ]

No stomachaches tomorrow, or it'll all be my fault. Understood?

[savingthrows]

Understood.

[ She likes to think herself a little more reasonable than the boys. Max says girls 'mature' faster...

Whatever that means.

At any rate, a promise is a promise. And as a show of good faith she digs for a nice looking piece of candy and holds it out to Aziraphale. ]

Sharing.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, sharing.

[ And then he smiles and takes the candy piece, sticking it into his pocket. ]

Thank you, dear.

[ He recognizes it as one of the pieces he'd asked Crowley to make. He'd wrapped it up himself this morning. ]

You're too kind.