His back stiffened at the slight, and he removed the rest of his own paraphernalia - honestly, why didn't he ever think, of course he could have simply miracled the box clean - with a slow wave.
"You needn't use that sort of language; I can understand you perfectly," the angel replied coldly, rising. A heavy sense of disappointment was making itself felt, and it crept into his tone, removing the coldness. "Chicago simply came to me, my dear. It isn't some deeper scheme where I try to undermine your taking care of her - and you have been taking good care, I see it now. It's only that... I merely wanted to help." He finished the last softly.
Aziraphale realized then that he had been staring at Crowley, a near-wistful look to his face, and he glanced away quickly, a blush starting in his cheeks. There was something entirely wrong about an angel being attracted to an angry demonic ex-lover, really. Even if said demon had very, very nice cheekbones.
"What were you working on?" he asked, suddenly reluctant to leave.
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Date: 2006-11-20 01:02 am (UTC)"You needn't use that sort of language; I can understand you perfectly," the angel replied coldly, rising. A heavy sense of disappointment was making itself felt, and it crept into his tone, removing the coldness. "Chicago simply came to me, my dear. It isn't some deeper scheme where I try to undermine your taking care of her - and you have been taking good care, I see it now. It's only that... I merely wanted to help." He finished the last softly.
Aziraphale realized then that he had been staring at Crowley, a near-wistful look to his face, and he glanced away quickly, a blush starting in his cheeks. There was something entirely wrong about an angel being attracted to an angry demonic ex-lover, really. Even if said demon had very, very nice cheekbones.
"What were you working on?" he asked, suddenly reluctant to leave.