[It goes without saying that Aziraphale does not like this, and yet he's said it aloud about a dozen times already. So far, though, so good β or it was, until Crowley stepped between Aziraphale and whatever else that could have been.
Now the angel just feels vaguely nauseated.
At least it's a young woman and not... literally anything else.
Aziraphale adjusts the rifle strap around his shoulder and sighs.]
To try to help with the effort, at least. What have you found...?
apologies for the delay everyone /shows up with starbucks
Now the angel just feels vaguely nauseated.
At least it's a young woman and not... literally anything else.
Aziraphale adjusts the rifle strap around his shoulder and sighs.]
To try to help with the effort, at least. What have you found...?
[He peers over, uninvited but curious.]