[Crowley gives a grudging grunt of agreement. Not his finest moment, definitely not his most graceful entrance to date but it could be worse. It would, in fact, take a great deal to spoil the mood he's in.
Even if his miracles aren't working properly (he doesn't use them much anyway), even if he just crash landed on their balcony (of the condo they'd be sharing together), even if they're in a strange new world (far away from the grasping hands of Heaven and Hell), Crowley is feeling rather optimistic.]
Intimately. [He snarls, but there's no real bite to it. Crowley needs to soothe his wounded dignity by putting on his usual infernal airs.
But he doesn't miss that little furrow in Aziraphale's brow, nor the worried look he shoots the candles, and as he catches up, he turns over what Aziraphale said about his miracles a moment ago. Worry creeps between the cracks in his optimism and his slit yellow eyes dart to the side.]
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Even if his miracles aren't working properly (he doesn't use them much anyway), even if he just crash landed on their balcony (of the condo they'd be sharing together), even if they're in a strange new world (far away from the grasping hands of Heaven and Hell), Crowley is feeling rather optimistic.]
Intimately. [He snarls, but there's no real bite to it. Crowley needs to soothe his wounded dignity by putting on his usual infernal airs.
But he doesn't miss that little furrow in Aziraphale's brow, nor the worried look he shoots the candles, and as he catches up, he turns over what Aziraphale said about his miracles a moment ago. Worry creeps between the cracks in his optimism and his slit yellow eyes dart to the side.]
You alright then, angel?