"God seems to play a lot of stupid games in any universe, far as I can tell." Aziraphale's skirting around some of the issues God had laid out on himself and Crowley was more than enough evidence of that for Toby. Add in his own shitty luck with... just about everything that had happened in his life and he was certain God, in any form, enjoyed fucking with everyone under Him (or Her or Them? as the case may be) for the fun of it.
Okay, so, that's happening. Lucifer is actually coming here. Eventually. Maybe. "Holy shit." The words come out of his mouth before he's had any chance to think about them. He chuckles to himself and then pours out another drink. "That'll be a hell of a thing." He's so not ready, no matter how much he tries to convince himself otherwise.
"Shit whiskey, actually. I never get the good stuff when I get a whole bottle." That's a waste of the good stuff. Can't have that when he could enjoy it while he's having a better day. Besides, it was only a few drops; That's hardly a real waste of anything but the very best whiskeys.
"When you're literally timeless, that makes a lot of sense." Toby thinks about age because he was human, once. Being stuck alone for an unknown amount of time means he's holding onto that age number and waving it around like a flag of painful pride. "Humans, mortals anyway, think about it a lot. The few who understand or realize there are beings older than any mortal could ever be tend to want a number if you can give it to them."
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Date: 2020-03-16 04:36 pm (UTC)Okay, so, that's happening. Lucifer is actually coming here. Eventually. Maybe. "Holy shit." The words come out of his mouth before he's had any chance to think about them. He chuckles to himself and then pours out another drink. "That'll be a hell of a thing." He's so not ready, no matter how much he tries to convince himself otherwise.
"Shit whiskey, actually. I never get the good stuff when I get a whole bottle." That's a waste of the good stuff. Can't have that when he could enjoy it while he's having a better day. Besides, it was only a few drops; That's hardly a real waste of anything but the very best whiskeys.
"When you're literally timeless, that makes a lot of sense." Toby thinks about age because he was human, once. Being stuck alone for an unknown amount of time means he's holding onto that age number and waving it around like a flag of painful pride. "Humans, mortals anyway, think about it a lot. The few who understand or realize there are beings older than any mortal could ever be tend to want a number if you can give it to them."