Aziraphale approached the door with anticipation, then took a step back. Then another. He adjusted his waistcoat, and leaned back against the desk. No - far too nonchalant. He walked around it and sat down.
No. Too authoritarian.
He slouched back, one arm dangling. No, no; too nonchalant.
Muttering under his breath, he walked back to the front, having just had time to place himself with one hand on the desktop when the door dinged open, catching him off guard so he fell.
Crowley paused in the doorway, snorting. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He'd manage to seduce him. One day.
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Practice makes master *evil
peva
Practice makes master *evil grin* :D
Indeed! Thanks for reading
Kahvi
Indeed! Thanks for reading and commenting. :D
Nice :D
Evangelista biolog
Nice :D
Thank you! :D
Kahvi
Thank you! :D
Awww! He is so cute!
Keneu
Awww! He is so cute!
Isn't he, though? Thanks for
Kahvi
Isn't he, though? Thanks for reading and commenting. :)
How did I miss this one???
Smrtijedka
How did I miss this one??? Travesty!
Anyway, I love this <3 They're both just the dorkiest dorks in the history of dorkism.