Date: 2023-08-11 03:59 am (UTC)
inlovewithmycar: (let there not be light)
[Crowley snaps his fingers and in a blink of an eye, Crowley's clothing shifts into a set of black silk pyjamas. And in the palm of his hand, neatly folded, another set of soft, fleece in Aziraphale's familiar tartan pattern.]

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