A small miracle to keep the hands dry, dear. Works like a charm. [He wiggles his fingers for emphasis.] Although I won't be planning on that with you around.
[It is indeed rare for him to be without a coat, only in the space between hanging up his white jacket when he steps into his shop and switching to his cardigan. His neck has been hidden for even longer, ever since collars were invented, with the addition or a cravat or tie. Buttoned up all the way to the top, a sign of formality that he shouldn't need around Crowley, especially not now.
His hands are fidgeting with his tie, debating removing it himself, when he feels the kiss tickle the back of his neck. He smiles, settling against Crowley's lanky form while his gaze turns to the bathtub.]
Yes, I believe so.
[He turns, facing Crowley, giving him a meaningful look.]
It's nearly half full already. We ought to get ready for it, hmm?
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Date: 2020-03-14 11:54 pm (UTC)[It is indeed rare for him to be without a coat, only in the space between hanging up his white jacket when he steps into his shop and switching to his cardigan. His neck has been hidden for even longer, ever since collars were invented, with the addition or a cravat or tie. Buttoned up all the way to the top, a sign of formality that he shouldn't need around Crowley, especially not now.
His hands are fidgeting with his tie, debating removing it himself, when he feels the kiss tickle the back of his neck. He smiles, settling against Crowley's lanky form while his gaze turns to the bathtub.]
Yes, I believe so.
[He turns, facing Crowley, giving him a meaningful look.]
It's nearly half full already. We ought to get ready for it, hmm?