[Whatever it is to Crowley, Aziraphale is more than happy to indulge. He waits patiently for the demon to answer, idly stroking his hair which probably doesn't help, but he is just enough of a bastard worth knowing, after all.]
Sounds simple enough. Just a tic, dear, hold tight.
[He gets up and returns the brush to the vanity, then opens the coconut oil. Only a bit, how much does that mean exactly? He scoops out a small amount and then holds it up as if weighing the amount and judging its worth. It might not matter so much to Crowley, but Aziraphale would like to get it right.
The question distracts him and he turns to look at Crowley with an amused smile.]
No, of course not. I run a reputable establishment.
[He grabs the jar of oil in case he'll need more and sits down behind Crowley once more. Then, tentatively, he rubs Crowley's hair with what he has in his hand, from the middle to the ends as instructed.]
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Date: 2020-04-12 01:30 am (UTC)Sounds simple enough. Just a tic, dear, hold tight.
[He gets up and returns the brush to the vanity, then opens the coconut oil. Only a bit, how much does that mean exactly? He scoops out a small amount and then holds it up as if weighing the amount and judging its worth. It might not matter so much to Crowley, but Aziraphale would like to get it right.
The question distracts him and he turns to look at Crowley with an amused smile.]
No, of course not. I run a reputable establishment.
[He grabs the jar of oil in case he'll need more and sits down behind Crowley once more. Then, tentatively, he rubs Crowley's hair with what he has in his hand, from the middle to the ends as instructed.]
How's that? Good?