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Summary
It's not the first time Aziraphale has grudgingly emerged from the back room in response to a customer's startled shout. He sighs and puts down his crossword. Such flighty creatures, humans. So much needless fuss.
"Where is it?" asks Aziraphale, wearily. He thinks he's heard that voice before.
The poor lad stands with his back to the shelves on the far wall, trembling in his trendy canvas flats.
"There," he says, pointing at the low, sunny window ledge. "Behind the stack of record catalogues."
Aziraphale bends with a huff, shifting the hefty stack (Bloody be-bop, he thinks, thanks to bloody Adam Young). The offending party lies curled in the late afternoon glow, tongue flicking lazily at its reflection in the glass.
"It's an adder," insists the unduly traumatized customer. "Don't get too close!"
"It's no such thing," Aziraphale sighs, sliding his fingers beneath the coils he knows to be most ticklish.
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