[The Aziraphale that would 'look right' would be saying things like this too. Looking at him with that dopey smile. He'd be trying to make the best of it all even when his worry was obvious.
And the 'She' catches him, trips him slightly, but not too much. Why not, after all. Gender is a construct.]
Yeah... yeah. [Crowley snorts out a soft laugh and shakes his head. He would say something like that.]
Not that I'm feeling particularly preservative about the place at the moment.
[But--
Now there's someone here that he wants to save.
There's a dull bang against the door of the shop, and he jumps, looking sharply in that direction.]
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And the 'She' catches him, trips him slightly, but not too much. Why not, after all. Gender is a construct.]
Yeah... yeah. [Crowley snorts out a soft laugh and shakes his head. He would say something like that.]
Not that I'm feeling particularly preservative about the place at the moment.
[But--
Now there's someone here that he wants to save.
There's a dull bang against the door of the shop, and he jumps, looking sharply in that direction.]
Oh, bless it, what now.