[ Crowley thinks back to when he last had his hair long deliberately and not for a disguise. There was that brief stint in the early seventies when he'd worn it long and straight, and then the mohawk. Before then - good grief had it really been the late 18th century?
Crowley frowns up at the ceiling. ]
A while. Always preferred it long.
[ Aziraphale's humming is a pleasant balm for whatever anxiety just struck him. Crowley has always loved the angel's voice; the way he always sounds so prim and proper in whatever language they're speaking. His frown becomes a content smile. ]
Mm, now that I know you do too, I think I'll just keep it like this.
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Date: 2020-06-01 06:37 pm (UTC)Crowley frowns up at the ceiling. ]
A while. Always preferred it long.
[ Aziraphale's humming is a pleasant balm for whatever anxiety just struck him. Crowley has always loved the angel's voice; the way he always sounds so prim and proper in whatever language they're speaking. His frown becomes a content smile. ]
Mm, now that I know you do too, I think I'll just keep it like this.