Humiliation

[mekachu04]

Monday, 25 November
Prompt:	Humiliation	920	WordCount:	1054

"As a being older than the very planet he resided on, Azirpahle as not only old, but pretty set in his ways. When humans moved a bit slower, he was very happy to learn theire new inventions and immerse himself in fads and phases. But then humanity whent and got itself in a big damn hurry the last few hundred years, and at someone poitn the angel had thrown his hands up and nope right out. It's not that he denied the new things - its jsut by the time he'd leanred how to use one of them, it was outdated and obscure.

For somethings, he delighted in being on of the few who remmebred little forgotten tidbits. In others - well he knew from the first comptuer tht that was the wave of the future, and and tried to get on board witht he trend. He'd gotten one of the first personal models, and he adored it. but by the time he looked up to tell crowley about them, the demon looked at him, LAUGHED, and then showed him a little device that fit in his pocket that was botha phone AND a computer.

Hence the throwing of hands.

Azirpahle knew he was old. He didn't mind it as such, but most humans found his slightly out of date referances to be enderaring, and while he always seemed to clash with teenagers a bit, most of them also knew tha the would help them too, in any way, should htey come to him.

Aziroahle adored the way launguage moved, and did try his hardest to stay caught up; The Them where very kind in helping explaining anyt meme's they used around him. Sometimes, they were kids, and had a good laugh at his expence, but he didn't mind as long as htey explained hte joke after.

And then, at his very favourtie tea shop, he greated a newly highered barista, made the mistake of trying to start up a conversation, just to be shut down with a pharase he had no context for, ""yeah,"" she said, ""Okay boomer.""

All he knew if he felt as old as his severa thousand years, and left without a nother word - and without his order.


Corlwy asked if he was okat later - implied he'd been a bit quiet. He wasn't to ask corlwey's opion - he vauled corlwey's option on all things - but he found himself unable to recount his morning to his friend; instead he smiled nerviously, tried to change the subjust, and wrings his hands.

He almost succeds i forgeting about it; Brains says something about 'yeeting' and the them are all very wonderful in explaining where it came from,a nd how the word is used, and he feels old, but it doesn't feel like a bad things around them.

He askes them, the question he cna't ask corwley, and he doesn't know why, ""What about.. what about 'oaky' boomer?""

""tht one's easy,"" Brian explains, ""it's when adults dont try to understand you.""

""that's only part of it,"" pepper interjected, ""Its when adults try to blame you for everything they messed up""

""Actually, it's not all adult,"" wesneadle adds, ""you're only suppost to use it on baby boomers, becuase they're the one that broke everything. Ypu're not suppost to tell WW2 vets or them taht.""

Adam, wise beyond his years, seems to get to the heart of Azirpahle's question, ""Did someone say that to you in your shop?""

""Oh no,"" reasued the angel, accedently falling right for the trick, ""It was a the tea shop.""

there there various cries of ""someone said thaat to you?"" fromt he other three

"" i think,"" adam's voice was low, thoughtful, ""that soemtimes, people get yelled at enough tha tthey start to see anyone over a certain age as someone whose gonna yell at them. and i bet, i bet that person didn't mean it against you, they where just trying to stop a yelling tht thought they where gonna get. And it's not right, lumping everyone in becuase a few people are cruel.""

""I jsut... I didn't knwo what it ment,"" azirpahle conceded, hating not knowing things, but knowing that there was an understanding the The Them had about why sometimes he didn't know things. ""But i could feel the intent behind it.""

""What are you gonan do?"" pepper asked, ""are you gonna tell their boss?""

""Maybe boycot them! we'll help!"" offred brian.

""No No!"" azirpahle waved them down, ""i'll be more aware, try to not talk so much,""

""Thats not fair to you, "" Adam said, ""you only really go there to talk to people.""

Azriaphle tries not to scrwuim under the antichrist's obstervation - he's not wrong., ""Still, they're being paid to provide a service; jsut becuase they are a captaive audiance doesn't mean they want to talk to me. I should be more aware of that.""

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He does peak in the next few days; if he sees his regualr barista, he stops in for drinks and pasties, but finds himself struggling to engage. Maybe his baraista privately think s'ok boomer' to him too. His barber is an older gentalemen, but .. is his kindness only a profession curtasy too?

Even surrounded by fis favourite humans, azirpahle feels mroe alone know than he has in a long time. it makes him want to seek out crwoley more - they're alllowed now - yet he finds it harder and harder to speak up.

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Costumers.

He's never liked them on the best of days, and azirpahle has not had a good day for a bit now. He almost wants to just mircle them out and lock up for the evening. instead, he puts on his customer smile,a nd goes to greet -

""Oh hey, it's Mr Fell!""

""J.. Justin?"" He's only ever seen Justin at the tea shop - he doesnt' know his last name, is it rude to call someone by their first name liek that if you've never formally met. And to make this worse, Justing is acconimed bu the young 'ok boomer' barista as well. he clutches at his hands worriedly, not sure waht to do.

Justin at least greats him with a smile - as bright and chearful as from ther shop, one that always seemed guenguin, ""I was pretty sure this had to be the same Fell as you, but i never was certain. always wanted to coem by, hope that's okay.""

""oh, yues of sourse,"" aziraphale dithered, "