Any serpent's second nature to bare the fangs in a poor situation, so to speak. He supposes.
Aziraphale spins on a heel, pinpoint, and leads the way. Keeps dropping a spare glance or two in Crowley's direction just to make sure he's keeping up. He's starting to feel-- nauseous, he thinks? He's never been that before, so it's anybody's guess.
But he's got his wits about him, more or less. Head a certain ways, there's a road, somewhere along the road, there's a building. That much, he knows.
He tries not to consider the idea that maybe Crowley's been out here for a very long time, somehow, that winding up as a half-gone specter is just what happens eventually. He fails at that. ]
Haven't really missed walking about in the damp.
[ God herself could not stop him from mostly talking for the sake of talking. If he's talking, he's rarely thinking. ]
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Any serpent's second nature to bare the fangs in a poor situation, so to speak. He supposes.
Aziraphale spins on a heel, pinpoint, and leads the way. Keeps dropping a spare glance or two in Crowley's direction just to make sure he's keeping up. He's starting to feel-- nauseous, he thinks? He's never been that before, so it's anybody's guess.
But he's got his wits about him, more or less. Head a certain ways, there's a road, somewhere along the road, there's a building. That much, he knows.
He tries not to consider the idea that maybe Crowley's been out here for a very long time, somehow, that winding up as a half-gone specter is just what happens eventually. He fails at that. ]
Haven't really missed walking about in the damp.
[ God herself could not stop him from mostly talking for the sake of talking. If he's talking, he's rarely thinking. ]