[He had a good idea! Very, very subtly... he spends half a moment preening before he heads for the door and does his own check up and down the street, equally in no hurry to simply run out there.
But it looks clear. He can't sense anything amiss.
Crowley steps out into the street and frowns, sweeping a suspicious look from one end to the other.]
... Right. Where to, now.
[And that feels strange to say, because normally he'd ask if the angel wants a ride home, but he doesn't know where he lives, here...]
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But it looks clear. He can't sense anything amiss.
Crowley steps out into the street and frowns, sweeping a suspicious look from one end to the other.]
... Right. Where to, now.
[And that feels strange to say, because normally he'd ask if the angel wants a ride home, but he doesn't know where he lives, here...]