I. [while he could be..."gathering supplies", he is instead, glancing at the 'corn' 'dog' with something close to distaste. It looks rather greasy and pedestrian-- but, he supposes, he'll have to get used to the fare if he's to stay here. Though getting himself to even take a taste is a bit... well... a bit of a trial to be honest]
II. [he is standing on the sidelines at Apprentice Class, hands folded in front of him and looking rather uneager about the whole thing. He supposes he should be practicing but he wasn't even fond of the sword when he had it. And the whole thing is a bit of an exercise in futility if you ask him. There has to be a better way of resolving this situation than hitting it with something, be it stick or magic.]
It must be close to tea time by now. [he says this half to himself and checks his fob watch only to find that only ten minutes have passed. He sighs, wings ruffling a little. He misses home]
Aziraphale | Good Omens
II. [he is standing on the sidelines at Apprentice Class, hands folded in front of him and looking rather uneager about the whole thing. He supposes he should be practicing but he wasn't even fond of the sword when he had it. And the whole thing is a bit of an exercise in futility if you ask him. There has to be a better way of resolving this situation than hitting it with something, be it stick or magic.]
It must be close to tea time by now. [he says this half to himself and checks his fob watch only to find that only ten minutes have passed. He sighs, wings ruffling a little. He misses home]