[Michael follows without comment, just kinda drifting to a stop in the middle of the room. The space is pretty basic, like any of the cob houses in the area. There's a few extra shirts and ties carefully folded on a shelf, for lack of drawers, and a few attempts to spruce things up with some plants. Michael's not really used to having a house, but he knows the gist of it.
Florida the lorby bounds up, winding around Aziraphale's ankles with a curious chitter.]
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Florida the lorby bounds up, winding around Aziraphale's ankles with a curious chitter.]