[ At the suggestion, Aziraphale miracles a little crown onto his head. It's imperial style, bedecked in jewels, with cushy blue velvet in the center.
After that, he presses his hands together and delicately takes the offered bite. His lips come together in a cute little smile, and he practically bats his lashes the way that old cartoons with shiny eyelids do. ]
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After that, he presses his hands together and delicately takes the offered bite. His lips come together in a cute little smile, and he practically bats his lashes the way that old cartoons with shiny eyelids do. ]
Oh my dear, that's glorious.
Where did you get that?