[Aziraphale... needs to let that sit and process for a moment.
He knows he can come off as a stick in the mud. He knows he's prim, and he's proper, and blends in rather well, but he still finds himself deeply offended at the notion that he is native to this place.
Perhaps Archer's too drunk to pick up on the accent, for starters. Maybe that's it.]
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He knows he can come off as a stick in the mud. He knows he's prim, and he's proper, and blends in rather well, but he still finds himself deeply offended at the notion that he is native to this place.
Perhaps Archer's too drunk to pick up on the accent, for starters. Maybe that's it.]
Dear boy, I am not from here.