[Ferran, while not having spoken to the angel that much, has nonetheless gotten a very distinct impression of Aziraphale's personal affect. As a result, when someone knocks into him and nearly causes him to drop a box of supplies, his first thought when he sees who it is is that something is distinctly wrong. Thankfully, the sizeable familiar on his shoulders flaps her wings to help him adjust before he does actually drop anything, and he blinks in confusion.
He's not typically the kind of person to hold grudges over petty things like shoulder checks anyway. Other things, sure. But not this.]
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He's not typically the kind of person to hold grudges over petty things like shoulder checks anyway. Other things, sure. But not this.]
Are you okay?