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[demonicmiracle]

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

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[demonicmiracle]

I'd hardly call it luck. It's the wiles that are doing the heavy lifting.

[He's soooo wiley. No trap could ever keep him.]

Obviously. They're lucky you were there to keep them from experiencing molecular liquefaction.

I'll keep myself hale and whole so as not to interfere with you telling me all about how clever you are.

[oldbookshop]

You do have a singular way with wiling.

[ Crowley seems to have been alright so far, which is the most important thing, and he gets to brag to him later, which is second most important. ]

This is all I ask of you. As the human expression goes, "it's a date."

[ bitch....... stop flirting this is NOT the time ]

[demonicmiracle]

[A compliment and Aziraphale using the phrase 'it's a date'???? How is supposed to cope with that.

He knows that he's only joking, making fun of a silly human term rather than actually meaning it, but he probably does get shot by some random guard while he was reading that text. It's fine, he can heal it and disappear the blood.]

I'll break out the good scotch, then, shall I?

[oldbookshop]

We can revisit the implication that sometimes you don't.

[demonicmiracle]

[Whoops.]

Well, I'd best handle these guards who just rounded the corner.

Good luck, angel, don't do anything dangerous.

[Hard to tell if he's lying, via text. It's fine. He's not gonna get smote. Probably.]