He sulked as his lap was practically invaded but with a sulk already present on his face, who could tell he was sulking x 2?
"If it was a message to yourself couldn't you have been more clear? Instead of Bad Wolf, which could mean anything and be used by anyone... couldn't you have written something like. 'Hey Rose, other Rose here. Stop being a stupid git and find a way back to the Doctor! The way to do that is..."
And he trailed off as there really didn't need to be a fake set of instructions there. He had gotten the point across with that, he thought.
"If you didn't do it then it would be your own damn fault."
Not his. Nor did he join in on her attack on God. He might have been a demon but well... God hadn't always been that way. Back when they had been out there crafting stars he had been entirely willing to sing her praises. She had been kind then, engaged, there hadn't been a 'plan', ineffable or otherwise. It had only been about the joy of creation. The cruelty came later in little ways, little tests that seemed pointless... and to use Rose's word, stupid. And he had failed those tests. Looking at it that way he was already doing exactly what he wanted, betraying Hell to try and save the Earth, and maybe... possibly, take a certain Angel to the Ritz. If Azriaphale had meant that.
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"If it was a message to yourself couldn't you have been more clear? Instead of Bad Wolf, which could mean anything and be used by anyone... couldn't you have written something like. 'Hey Rose, other Rose here. Stop being a stupid git and find a way back to the Doctor! The way to do that is..."
And he trailed off as there really didn't need to be a fake set of instructions there. He had gotten the point across with that, he thought.
"If you didn't do it then it would be your own damn fault."
Not his. Nor did he join in on her attack on God. He might have been a demon but well... God hadn't always been that way. Back when they had been out there crafting stars he had been entirely willing to sing her praises. She had been kind then, engaged, there hadn't been a 'plan', ineffable or otherwise. It had only been about the joy of creation. The cruelty came later in little ways, little tests that seemed pointless... and to use Rose's word, stupid. And he had failed those tests. Looking at it that way he was already doing exactly what he wanted, betraying Hell to try and save the Earth, and maybe... possibly, take a certain Angel to the Ritz. If Azriaphale had meant that.
He sulked on.