"Hm, yes," says Aziraphale thoughtfully at the boy's apt questions. "Well, arrangements can surely be made for those who need greater protection. There are some units available, and... well, expansions could be made. I should be able to handle it." It's rather daunting, the idea of using his power to look after so many people at once, but he can do it - and he should, shouldn't he? There are his people now, more or less. "I'll do my best to accommodate everyone, and... I can speak to someone about doing the same for the old ROMAC building."
Perhaps not Crowley. Now that he thinks about it, Crowley would likely scoff and grumble at the idea of having to be anyone's landlord. He'd probably be dreadful at it. Anyway it wouldn't be safe, he thinks with a dark pang. Lucifer still has his hooks more or less in the demon, it's not like Crowley can be relied upon to keep the tenants safe from him.
Gabriel would be the better option. He hums to himself, drawing his phone from his pocket and sending out a text to the archangel.
"We already have our own community developing," he points out, "with the network, and all our shared experience - I suppose it's only fair that we eke out a space for ourselves. If we can look after ourselves then we should, rather than let others do it for us."
He feels positively brimming with hopeful energy over this. The chance to really do some good, to really help these people. It's almost too much. He reaches out and touches Daine gently on the shoulder. "I can put you each on the same floor - the flats are furnished. You can get right to bed." The poor dear really deserves it, after all she's done.
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Perhaps not Crowley. Now that he thinks about it, Crowley would likely scoff and grumble at the idea of having to be anyone's landlord. He'd probably be dreadful at it. Anyway it wouldn't be safe, he thinks with a dark pang. Lucifer still has his hooks more or less in the demon, it's not like Crowley can be relied upon to keep the tenants safe from him.
Gabriel would be the better option. He hums to himself, drawing his phone from his pocket and sending out a text to the archangel.
"We already have our own community developing," he points out, "with the network, and all our shared experience - I suppose it's only fair that we eke out a space for ourselves. If we can look after ourselves then we should, rather than let others do it for us."
He feels positively brimming with hopeful energy over this. The chance to really do some good, to really help these people. It's almost too much. He reaches out and touches Daine gently on the shoulder. "I can put you each on the same floor - the flats are furnished. You can get right to bed." The poor dear really deserves it, after all she's done.