"So let me get this straight; the world's about to end, so you're going to an opera about the world ending." Crowley lingered in the doorway, arms crossed. While Aziraphale changed back to what he couldn't help but think of as his true form the moment he was by himself, Crowley tended to linger as Nanny Ashtoreth.
"The world isn't about to end, we're seeing to that."
"I mean, Götterdämmerung? It's literally about gods dying."
"I like the music." He adjusted his bow tie.
Hesitating, Crowley shifted his clothes into an evening gown. "Mind if I join you," he muttered.
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Crowley is so predictable, I
Smrtijedka
Crowley is so predictable, I hate it :D.
That's it, that's the dynamic
Kahvi
That's it, that's the dynamic. :D
I mean... Opera? It's a date!
Keneu
I mean... Opera? It's a date! And lingering... <3
Those two idiots are going to
Kahvi
Those two idiots are going to have the best time. Thanks for reading and commenting!