[A familiar click of his fingers and suddenly there is muffled cursing coming from the phone and the narrow storage closet where they keep their cleaning supplies.
Crowley ends the call, manages to disentangle himself from the mop, and stagger out into their condo.]
Aziraphale? I'm here, what's wrong? Where are you?
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Date: 2023-08-11 01:00 am (UTC)Crowley ends the call, manages to disentangle himself from the mop, and stagger out into their condo.]
Aziraphale? I'm here, what's wrong? Where are you?