[Aziraphale groans into Crowley's neck, his blush traveling all the way up to the tips of his ears. He doesn't need to look to know that Crowley is sporting his infamous Cheshire grin.]
No... well, not intentionally... I was feeling peckish for crepes, and I had underestimated how out of hand the Revolution had gotten, but I never knew when I might run into you, either, so I made sure to look my best while I was at it...
[Which is more ridiculous, forgetting that he could have escaped without a miracle sooner, or sitting in that prison cell and hoping that Crowley would come rescue him. He might just have to live in the crook of Crowley's neck from now on. But Crowley's words have their intended effect; he shivers and looks up, checking the demon's face for any trace of sarcasm.]
We could still do that. After you free me from my chains. Or, ah... soft ropes, in this case.
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Date: 2020-05-01 11:53 pm (UTC)No... well, not intentionally... I was feeling peckish for crepes, and I had underestimated how out of hand the Revolution had gotten, but I never knew when I might run into you, either, so I made sure to look my best while I was at it...
[Which is more ridiculous, forgetting that he could have escaped without a miracle sooner, or sitting in that prison cell and hoping that Crowley would come rescue him. He might just have to live in the crook of Crowley's neck from now on. But Crowley's words have their intended effect; he shivers and looks up, checking the demon's face for any trace of sarcasm.]
We could still do that. After you free me from my chains. Or, ah... soft ropes, in this case.