[ Crowley pulls back a bit from investigating every interesting crevice of Aziraphale's mouth with his tongue, and bumps his forehead affectionately against the angel's. ]
What? And stop me from starting another twitter war? Perish the thought!
[ There's a flurry of motion from Crowley, who is so rarely still, even when he's lethargic or sleepy. He wriggles dramatically against Aziraphale, arms snaking up and down his torso as the demon finds some new, slightly different angle to get comfortable. ]
I suppose I can make an exception though. Sometimes.
[ As though 'sometimes' didn't mean 'always, yes, please feel free to distract me any time'. ]
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What? And stop me from starting another twitter war? Perish the thought!
[ There's a flurry of motion from Crowley, who is so rarely still, even when he's lethargic or sleepy. He wriggles dramatically against Aziraphale, arms snaking up and down his torso as the demon finds some new, slightly different angle to get comfortable. ]
I suppose I can make an exception though. Sometimes.
[ As though 'sometimes' didn't mean 'always, yes, please feel free to distract me any time'. ]