[The angel is taken aback for a moment-- he'd seen his appearance on his little screen before, briefly, but it was much different in person-- but it doesn't last long. He's spent way too much time with demons searching for a reaction.
Aziraphale recovers with a determined, and not all faked, air of pleasantness.] Oh, it wasn't that much of a wait. May I come in?
[He himself is even more British, and more congenial, in person. He's slightly overweight and in a button-up shirt with a sweater vest and an unfortunate red tartan scarf. All in all he looks like he's stepped out of a 1950's library.]
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Aziraphale recovers with a determined, and not all faked, air of pleasantness.] Oh, it wasn't that much of a wait. May I come in?
[He himself is even more British, and more congenial, in person. He's slightly overweight and in a button-up shirt with a sweater vest and an unfortunate red tartan scarf. All in all he looks like he's stepped out of a 1950's library.]