[ Crowley's jaw nearly hits his chest. He doesn't just gape, he goggles. He's not sure if his mind has actually shut down or if there is such a rapid tirade of words trying to spill out that every thought is like a bit of white noise.
Of course I've been flirting with you, he thinks wildly. I've been in love with you for six thousand years and have known it for at least four thousand, I have been flirting shamelessly with you since you told me you gave your sword away - ]
That obvious, was I?
[ His voice is a hoarse croak, his tongue feels too big for his mouth, and his heart too big for his body. ]
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Of course I've been flirting with you, he thinks wildly. I've been in love with you for six thousand years and have known it for at least four thousand, I have been flirting shamelessly with you since you told me you gave your sword away - ]
That obvious, was I?
[ His voice is a hoarse croak, his tongue feels too big for his mouth, and his heart too big for his body. ]