[It's impossible not to be the latter two when in Crowley's presence, and the first has become a regular occurrence for the angel, who has become quite comfortable in that state around the demon. He smiles as Crowley settles, quietly marveling at how easily they fit together. The coconut oil smears on him as Crowley leans back to kiss him, and he huffs in amusement while reaching for the bottle of shampoo, conveniently placed where he doesn't have to stretch to get it.]
I'm going to need to rinse myself off, at this rate.
[He pours out a quid's worth of shampoo, as instructed, and then begins massaging it into Crowley's hair. The lather has a clean, fresh scent, nothing too perfume-y or overpowering. Crowley's leer is returned with a look of faux innocence as he tugs ever so slightly on his soapy locks.]
Considering all the lovely sounds you make when I do, it's no wonder that I've acquired the habit.
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Date: 2020-05-01 04:02 pm (UTC)I'm going to need to rinse myself off, at this rate.
[He pours out a quid's worth of shampoo, as instructed, and then begins massaging it into Crowley's hair. The lather has a clean, fresh scent, nothing too perfume-y or overpowering. Crowley's leer is returned with a look of faux innocence as he tugs ever so slightly on his soapy locks.]
Considering all the lovely sounds you make when I do, it's no wonder that I've acquired the habit.