Date: 2020-04-12 12:42 am (UTC)
inlovewithmycar: (heart eyes under the shades)
[ Crowley feels like every bit of him has gone all floppy. Well, every bit of him besides his groin; he wonders if this is some strange fetish (well, perhaps not so strange in the grand scheme of things) or if it was just because he constantly craved Aziraphale's touch.

He makes a series of noises, eventually forming them into words.
]

Gotta - just a bit, rub it down the middle to the ends. Then two washes, two rinses, or it goes all greasy.

[ Crowley glances lazily over his shoulder to watch Aziraphale. He's not too fussed about his hair, really. It will recover even if Aziraphale doesn't do his regimen to spec. The whole thing of Aziraphale taking care of him, grooming him, touching him with those gentle, warm hands - that's much more of interest to him.

A slow, contented chuckle bubbles up from his chest.
]

Love seeing you all buttoned-down. Bet no one ever gets to see you like that.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting