Aug 10, 2019
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[ With some time to himself, he was gonna find his phone and give Crowley a call. Figured that Aziraphale has told him by now. And hearing a familiar voice was... tempting right about then. ]
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[ With some time to himself, he was gonna find his phone and give Crowley a call. Figured that Aziraphale has told him by now. And hearing a familiar voice was... tempting right about then. ]
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I VERY NEARLY KILLED YOUR ANGEL BOYFRIEND, DON’T MAKE ME REGRET MY DECISION TO LET HIM GO.
ineffablyinfernal replied to your post: Crowley couldn't get into Jeliel's garden, and he...
Crowley’s response was somewhat muffled by the bin, his head still drooped gracelessly within. “Wanker had it coming. He… ulp. Made the first move.” He shuddered again and emerged enough to attempt a side-eye at Lucifer, looking rather pathetic. “Fucking hate Sins sometimes…”
“Anything Stan hucked up is pretty hateful.” He didn’t really care for full out demons. He’d take a Fallen over a Sin or a Stan-Gut-Demon any day to be frank. He went to have a seat behind his desk. “I could have told you not to eat him, though. I’ve taken my bites out of Stan directly.”
He went digging through drawers. Producing a clear glass and pouring a couple fingers of whiskey into it. Picking it up to set on the ground beside the snake. Might take the edge off. Even if he didn’t keep it down.
ineffablyinfernal replied to your post: I don't need to hear about:
Who doesn’t though?
....Me? I just said. I literally just, like, said it.
It’s me.
And if you start talking about your junk just to be contrary I’m gonna put my fingers in my ears and sing the worst song I can think of REALLY LOUD.
ineffablyinfernal replied to your post “Can you imagine the linguistic contortions Aziraphale must have been...”
The three months it took to distill that grain-alcohol.
So Aziraphale waited three months for that damn moonshine, took one sip, and walked out the door and straight into a speakeasy like “don’t you dare say a word” and Crowley just g r i n n e d
And then there was probably a police raid or something. Just flustered scrambling to get out. Crowley having to shove Aziraphale up through a back-window so they didn’t get arrested (that sort of thing was embarrassing for angels) and they end up having a quiet post-chase cigarette in an alleyway and oops I seem to be fanfictioning
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[txt]: Yes, I did.
[ The reply came maybe a whole twelve hours later. He’d forgotten about the text for a bit there. ]
@ineffablyinfernal [ Sometime in the mid-morning, a golden and white hawk finds his way to wherever Crowley is. Trying to get his attention from a nearby windowsill. He has a note for the demon.
The note reads: ]