This was not helping. Crowley had returned from his trip to New York with almost fond memories of the angel, but the longer he spoke to him, the more he remembered why it was all wrong, why they'd never get along, and how hurt he really was. The look on Aziraphale's face, the blush, only made him angrier. Was sex the only thing he ever thought about?
"I can fucking well say whatever the fuck I want to fucking say. You forfeited your right to have any say in my behaviour, Aziraphale. And why the sudden interest in what I'm doing? You never gave a flying fuck before." Crowley narrowed his eyes. "Chicago doesn't need your help and I sure as shit don't. Why don't you go 'help' some human instead. That is your job, isn't it? You know, the thing you're supposed to do?" he sneered.
For her part, Chicago stopped eating and walked over to wind herself around Crowley's ankles. She didn't like it when her pet was upset.
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Date: 2006-11-21 06:57 pm (UTC)"I can fucking well say whatever the fuck I want to fucking say. You forfeited your right to have any say in my behaviour, Aziraphale. And why the sudden interest in what I'm doing? You never gave a flying fuck before." Crowley narrowed his eyes. "Chicago doesn't need your help and I sure as shit don't. Why don't you go 'help' some human instead. That is your job, isn't it? You know, the thing you're supposed to do?" he sneered.
For her part, Chicago stopped eating and walked over to wind herself around Crowley's ankles. She didn't like it when her pet was upset.