Vegetarian Sausage Rolls
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Munchy stands upon socks which feature sausage rolls.
(Yes, they are promoting Greggs, the bakers.)
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WIP Wednesday - Flirty Sausage Roll Edition
I have lately been working on an as yet untitled university AU. It's going to be long-ish and fully indulging in the tropes of the genre, so expect romance, fluff, a bit of angst, and some university politics.
Here's the preliminary summary:
PhD student Aziraphale is busy enough with his studies at Tadfield University. But at the start of a new semester, his measured routine gets shaken up by the sudden responsibility of teaching, the arrival of an irresistible new housemate, and a flirtatious sausage roll.
For international readers, this is what a sausage roll looks like:
And here's a snippet from the first chapter:
Aziraphale didn’t realise the sausage roll had been flirting with him until nearly a week after it had started. To be fair, he wasn’t used to being flirted at, and certainly not by pastry.
‘You cannot be this oblivious,’ Anathema said with a heavy huff, when Aziraphale wondered out loud why the man in the costume kept insisting he take a sample from the tray, even though he’d already had at least half a dozen over the past few days.
They watched as they approached the newly opened Bargain Bakes, tempting customers with free treats offered by the ridiculously costumed lad presumably working for minimum wage and leftover steak bakes.
Tadfield High Street was long, straight, and narrow, and bustling with groups of students enjoying the last day of Freshers’ Week. On Monday, the serious business of studying would begin, but for now, there were still parties to get ready for, pubs to crawl, and new friends to make.
Sausage roll man stood outside the bakery door with his tray piled high with flaky sausage rolls, drawing looks of curiosity and suspicion from students and locals alike. Though it was impossible to tell through the polyester mask covering his entire head, he didn’t appear to be particularly diligent in his task of distributing the samples to as many people as possible. Instead, he lounged about shifting his weight from one foot to the other, waiting for people to approach him.
Aziraphale noticed the exact moment he was spotted. The sausage roll perked up, legs straightening, tray raised higher in his gloved hands as he waited for Aziraphale and Anathema to pass. And, just as he had done every morning since Monday, the man in the costume made a bee-line for them, practically shoving the tray at Aziraphale.
With an embarrassed smile that he wasn’t sure could even be seen through the tiny holes cut into the fabric that covered the poor man’s face, Aziraphale picked one off the tray, raising it in a toast.
‘Thank you ever so much.’
The dead-eyed smirk of the cheery sausage face made him squirm.
In an afterthought, the sausage roll man offered the tray to Anathema, who only laughed in that carefree way of hers and said, ‘No thank you, I’m vegan. My friend here loves a sausage, though.’
Aziraphale gasped and pulled her along the high street, one hand hooked into her elbow, the other clutching a cold and worryingly pale sausage roll. Anathema cackled all the way to campus, where the university’s main building awaited, its worn sandstone facade bathed in the golden light of an October morning.
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Boeing 737. Funny shaped tail. Pointy nose. Very cute little face with determined expression. Engines shaped like sausage rolls. Eager to please, would wag tail if it could. 10/10.
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nothing hits like a greggs sausage roll whilst waiting for your delayed train in the cold english winter weather
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