[Aziraphale blushes, as if on cue, a muttered good lord when Crowley puts on that slip of a fabric he insists on calling a robe. It's all for show, of course, he can't stop looking at him and needs to be gently herded into the bedroom, distracted as he is by the sight.
The wedge is an interesting addition to all the other pillows on the bed, but he susses out its purpose easily enough.]
Brilliant idea, dear.
[He kisses Crowley on the cheek in thanks, then slides off his robe and lies face down on the bed, wedge propping himself up comfortably. It's not strictly necessary to disrobe as he can manifest his wings through fabric, but he wants to get the full experience. So to speak.
He waits for Crowley to sit down before letting out his wings, not wanting to knock him over in the process. He extends them in a good stretch before shaking out the feathers and letting them rest limply on the bed.]
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The wedge is an interesting addition to all the other pillows on the bed, but he susses out its purpose easily enough.]
Brilliant idea, dear.
[He kisses Crowley on the cheek in thanks, then slides off his robe and lies face down on the bed, wedge propping himself up comfortably. It's not strictly necessary to disrobe as he can manifest his wings through fabric, but he wants to get the full experience. So to speak.
He waits for Crowley to sit down before letting out his wings, not wanting to knock him over in the process. He extends them in a good stretch before shaking out the feathers and letting them rest limply on the bed.]
Ready when you are.