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[demonicmiracle]

Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.

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[demonicmiracle]

Only if you want me asleep in seconds. [Being wrapped around a warm body with a warm blanket over the top would make him drowsy immediately.] Yup, can feel it in my underbelly, it's how I'd know to stop constricting, if you were going to be dinner.

[While not technically any particular snake, he can borrow traits from both venomous and nonvenonous serpents, and he likes the sensitivity that comes with constricting snakes, so he tends to keep.]

You can go back to whatever it was you were reading before, as long as it's you, it isn't awful.

[Even the Bible would be tolerable, as long as it's Aziraphale.]

[afraidtofall]

Now I know how to relax you.

[Definitely getting an electric blanket.]

I could make a truly wretched joke about being eaten alive. I'll spare us.

[The amusement in his voice is enough of a suggestion.]

Oh, I don't know. It might bore you. I've been reading several deep physics texts, trying to get more of a handle on where we are and how all of this could be. I don't mind. It'd just be awfully dry. Maybe you'll have some insights I've missed.

[demonicmiracle]

Wanna hear all your wretched jokes, actually.

[If only to laugh at them.

He takes a moment to get more comfortable, adjusting his coils so he can rest his head on... himself, technically, underbelly against Aziraphale's chest, head against his clavicle. It's nice and snug and he can still feel that steady heartbeat.]

Physics is alright, I'll do my best to pay attention.

[He won't, he's planning to nap.]

[afraidtofall]

Next time.

[Probably not. He'd have to be in a particularly bold mood to crack even a remotely dirty joke around Crowley or anyone else.

He has his doubts that he'll pay attention, likely sneak in a sleep, the crafty old thing, with him unable to tell because he doesn't close his eyes in that form.

The book appears back in his hands, open to the bookmark, and for a while he gives the reading an honest go. Eventually, he inserts some nonsense, lines from Lewis Carroll. Not a peep from the snake, so he knows for sure he's out.

When he's had enough of the physics himself, he slips his finger between the pages, closes the book and nods off, head dropping down far enough for his chin to rest atop a coil.]