Where have you been eating your aubergines that they come out tasting like rubber??? I'm placing an order to the local trattoria, you can have some when you come over.
And I know that you're nimble enough on your mobile that you don't need to use shorthand with me.
Wait, weren't you? I mean, I did sign yours, it seems only fair.
[ There is a five minute interval where Crowley has swerved off the road and only narrowly missed a gaggle of pedestrians by relocating them to the top of an apartment complex.
Look. He's not a prude. He's a bloody demon for Satan's sake! He has seen Things that would only ever belong in a "the Aristocrats!" skit.
That being said, Aziraphale talking about his underthings in any context would reasonably send anyone into a brief conniption, right?
...Right? ]
rite.
should i ask or is that going to ruin the surprise ???
[Five minutes is long enough for Aziraphale to worry that he typed the wrong thing. Perhaps Crowley wasn't being serious at all, and he had somehow overstepped the invisible line of appropriate banter. Since the Armageddon that Wasn't, the angel had become far more relaxed around Crowley, but perhaps these sorts of conversations should only be held after several bottles of wine, and not in the cold sobriety of text.
(Also, if he knew that Crowley was texting and driving, he'd give him a real earful over it, but thankfully he is none the wiser.)
By the time Crowley's text arrives, he's in a bit of a dither over it.]
fine. lied by omission to Herself's face. then spent 1500 years colluding with a demon. then told the heavenly quartermaster to get fucked b4 flying off to earth w/out a body and possessing some human. u were absolutely prepared 2 square up to lucifer fucking morningstar and then, the cherry on top, walked into hell and laughed in everyone's face.
It'd match your eyes, but no one would know, would they? Oh, I just realized! You're already in Hufflepuff colors, with a splash of Gryffindor.
Well...
When you list it all out like that, it does sound rather brave. But I don't think a Gryffindor would have taken quite as long as I did to finally do the right thing.
this is treachery of the highest order. i am DEFINITELY not a gryffinpuff how could you think such things of me, i'm just going to have 2 keep these montblancs all 2 myself
neway i think the whole point of courage is that u get there eventually, even if it takes a while. and u had a lot on ur plate 2 deal with
Fine, fine, you're the puffiest of ravens, the huffle with the most claws. Better?
You're generous to say so. You were very brave, too, Crowley, even if you don't want to use that as a defining characteristic. I wouldn't have come around when I had if not for the example you set for me.
You're welcome. If you weren't already such a lovely snake, you'd make a fine raven.
I *wanted* to believe that Heaven was going to come through in the end. I'm still convinced that if I had gotten ahold of God instead of Metatron, it would have made a difference, but otherwise I should have listened to you sooner.
Did I ever apologize for how I treated you? I'm sorry for that, I truly am. I hope I've made it up to you since then.
[ Maybe it's because he can read Egyptian hieroglyphs that the string of emojis poses little problem. And it's fortunate too that the Bentley can mostly drive itself. ]
bottom left, the little key that says [abc]. should get u back 2 text np.
also got wine, private stores, been squirreling it away for an occasion. launching 50 yr old salsa into low orbit seems like a good a time as any
[ And true to his word, Crowley arrives with his arms laden with bags of groceries. Well, more like goodies. Chips, salsa and queso, as promised, but also Hob Nobs, those chocolate tea biscuits Aziraphale likes, wine gums, several types of cheese (and not cheese-like product), assorted crackers, and of course a very handsome strawberry cake. ]
Dar-ling! It's me!
[ As if it could be anyone else. No one comes into the shop like a whirlwind aside from Crowley. He sing-songs as he adjusts the bags in his arms. ]
The news buzzes through Arthur's halls at light speed. Sir Aziraphale has finally caught that wretched scoundrel who was causing all that fuss.
Crowley, in the meantime, was trussed up, slung over Aziraphale's shoulder, and having a bit of a religious experience over the whole thing.
This was the ox and the oysters all over again, wasn't it? Bloody bastard of an angel.
Well, if this was punishment for suggesting one too many times that they should work together to further their respective sides agendas, then he wishes that Hell would take notes.
"You shock me angel," Crowley says, managing to keep the smug grin out of his voice. "I didn't take you for being into rough stuff."
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sure it is if u like eating rubber.
also my texts r perfectly decipherable! i know damn well u can read all kinds of shorthand this is nothing
w8 r u actually srs about me writing on ur pants
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And I know that you're nimble enough on your mobile that you don't need to use shorthand with me.
Wait, weren't you? I mean, I did sign yours, it seems only fair.
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i 💗 using shorthand w/ u tho 😘
nope definitely srs me. always srs. just making sure we both are. i know how u get about ur clothes, even the ones no1s gonna see
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You can keep using the little pictures. I like those.
Oh, yes, very serious. My waistcoat might be vintage, but my knickers aren't. And you'll see them, won't you, when you sign them?
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Look. He's not a prude. He's a bloody demon for Satan's sake! He has seen Things that would only ever belong in a "the Aristocrats!" skit.
That being said, Aziraphale talking about his underthings in any context would reasonably send anyone into a brief conniption, right?
...Right? ]
rite.
should i ask or is that going to ruin the surprise ???
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(Also, if he knew that Crowley was texting and driving, he'd give him a real earful over it, but thankfully he is none the wiser.)
By the time Crowley's text arrives, he's in a bit of a dither over it.]
Should you ask what?
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8balls
kind of feeling
about that lmfao
also i'd chuck it in after i show him
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[ooc: lol It happens and yay! Cause captcha is a bitch]
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the only reason u'd be asking me that is if there's some wonky issue w/ linear time
and i know that can't be true bc i helped some of the lads idiot proof those bugs back when i had my policy issue harp and robe
so what the heaven's happened y r u being attacked by snooker balls of all things
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Answer the question.
Snooker balls? 8balls are lower angels who inhabit human bodies.
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also if they're angels possessing people y tf are u naming them after 8 balls, is snooker big in heaven now
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For me, it's 25 A.E. after the extinction war. God is gone.
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nope definitely not wearing yellow it clashes
with my hair.
fine. lied by omission to Herself's face. then spent 1500 years colluding with a demon. then told the heavenly quartermaster to get fucked b4 flying off to earth w/out a body and possessing some human. u were absolutely prepared 2 square up to lucifer fucking morningstar and then, the cherry on top, walked into hell and laughed in everyone's face.
did i miss something or do i rest my case
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Well...
When you list it all out like that, it does sound rather brave. But I don't think a Gryffindor would have taken quite as long as I did to finally do the right thing.
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neway i think the whole point of courage is that u get there eventually, even if it takes a while. and u had a lot on ur plate 2 deal with
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You're generous to say so. You were very brave, too, Crowley, even if you don't want to use that as a defining characteristic. I wouldn't have come around when I had if not for the example you set for me.
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tbf tho
u had a lot 2 lose. i know u believed that heaven was going 2 come thru in the end. i was kind of at a point where i had thought you were dead
so when u showed up in that pub, i was so happy u were okay that i might have got a little reckless u know?'
so i think ur definitely the brave 1 here
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I *wanted* to believe that Heaven was going to come through in the end. I'm still convinced that if I had gotten ahold of God instead of Metatron, it would have made a difference, but otherwise I should have listened to you sooner.
Did I ever apologize for how I treated you? I'm sorry for that, I truly am. I hope I've made it up to you since then.
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From:for lunchbreaks
[ Crowley is reading something VERY different than what is likely Aziraphale's intended message and nearly drives into oncoming traffic. ]
u r a menace u know that?
got all sorts of good things at the shop so u can bin nething in ur cabinet that's past it's expiration date
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👿📍🗺️❓
🖼️✅✍️📱⛔
✍️❓
[ Yes he's stuck on the emojis screen ]
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bottom left, the little key that says [abc]. should get u back 2 text np.
also got wine, private stores, been squirreling it away for an occasion. launching 50 yr old salsa into low orbit seems like a good a time as any
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Should I come to the store?
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[ And true to his word, Crowley arrives with his arms laden with bags of groceries. Well, more like goodies. Chips, salsa and queso, as promised, but also Hob Nobs, those chocolate tea biscuits Aziraphale likes, wine gums, several types of cheese (and not cheese-like product), assorted crackers, and of course a very handsome strawberry cake. ]
Dar-ling! It's me!
[ As if it could be anyone else. No one comes into the shop like a whirlwind aside from Crowley. He sing-songs as he adjusts the bags in his arms. ]
I've got goodies!
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From:On second thought, let's not go to Camelot...
The news buzzes through Arthur's halls at light speed. Sir Aziraphale has finally caught that wretched scoundrel who was causing all that fuss.
Crowley, in the meantime, was trussed up, slung over Aziraphale's shoulder, and having a bit of a religious experience over the whole thing.
This was the ox and the oysters all over again, wasn't it? Bloody bastard of an angel.
Well, if this was punishment for suggesting one too many times that they should work together to further their respective sides agendas, then he wishes that Hell would take notes.
"You shock me angel," Crowley says, managing to keep the smug grin out of his voice. "I didn't take you for being into rough stuff."