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thearrangement2023-04-09 08:18 pm
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"So, uh, this is nice..."
They were hiding - they were always hiding, it was just the way it was for them. If his family found out, he didn't even know what would happen, nevermind the school and all the teasing they'd do. No, this was just easier for everyone. The two of them, alone, datinf privately and quietly, away from everyone.
Literally. They were around the back of the school and not the nice part with the bench and the view because, everything else aside, that was where the local ruffians smoked their marijuana. No, they were around the back where the chain fence was, listening to the lunch food getting delivered, near where the cardboard recycling was stored.
And yes, it did smell horribly of wet cardboard and everything was dripping but hey, they were holding hands.
"What are you doing tonight?"
They were hiding - they were always hiding, it was just the way it was for them. If his family found out, he didn't even know what would happen, nevermind the school and all the teasing they'd do. No, this was just easier for everyone. The two of them, alone, datinf privately and quietly, away from everyone.
Literally. They were around the back of the school and not the nice part with the bench and the view because, everything else aside, that was where the local ruffians smoked their marijuana. No, they were around the back where the chain fence was, listening to the lunch food getting delivered, near where the cardboard recycling was stored.
And yes, it did smell horribly of wet cardboard and everything was dripping but hey, they were holding hands.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Dunno yet. Might pop out to go to the store. Not a lot of stuff to do, is there?" They were holding hands, which was nice. Crowley didn't feel the need to state that this was nice, because it wasn't all that nice. Somewhere more dry would be nicer. Somewhere they could sit down.
Whatever. He slid his free hand into his inside pocket and produced the box of pocky he had bought the other day. "Do you want to share? It's chocolate. You like sweet stuff..."
Liked food in general and didn't get to eat a lot of sweets, from all he knew of his family, so he had gotten it for that reason. Well, that and one other reason. "There's a special way to eat these."
Whatever. He slid his free hand into his inside pocket and produced the box of pocky he had bought the other day. "Do you want to share? It's chocolate. You like sweet stuff..."
Liked food in general and didn't get to eat a lot of sweets, from all he knew of his family, so he had gotten it for that reason. Well, that and one other reason. "There's a special way to eat these."
"I don't know. It's not Easter..." And he was only allowed to eat chocolate for Easter, officially. Gabriel said he snacked too much and they were currently doing a whole low sugar, low salt, low... food thing. He assumed it was a budget thing as well but they weren't allowed to discuss money. Or he wasn't allowed to discuss money, he knew they discussed it all the time. He eyed up the food and the idea of chocolate excited him and made him feel horribly guilty in equal measure.
"I suppose one or two wouldn't hurt." Or three or four or half the box. Whatever. He was a sinner already anyway, might as well eat something nice too. "How does it work? They're awfully -- stick like."
Interesting. He hadn't seen that before. He looked at the box and cocked his head to the side. "Well, be my teacher - show me."
"I suppose one or two wouldn't hurt." Or three or four or half the box. Whatever. He was a sinner already anyway, might as well eat something nice too. "How does it work? They're awfully -- stick like."
Interesting. He hadn't seen that before. He looked at the box and cocked his head to the side. "Well, be my teacher - show me."
"Like this." Crowley got one of the sticks out of the box and put it into his mouth, then gestured to Aziraphale so he'd come closer. Talking like this was difficult, but he tried his best. "Eat from the other side!"
Hey, he wanted to get a bit of affection and kissing in. Aziraphale looked as if he could use it, but it could be difficult to persuade him. Crowley imagined that when there was chocolate to go alongside it, he'd be too preoccupied with enjoyment to feel all the guilt come crushing down until later.
Hey, he wanted to get a bit of affection and kissing in. Aziraphale looked as if he could use it, but it could be difficult to persuade him. Crowley imagined that when there was chocolate to go alongside it, he'd be too preoccupied with enjoyment to feel all the guilt come crushing down until later.
"Really?"
It was a bit strange. And unfortunate. There would be -- lips. Close lips. And he wasn't sure if this was even real. But he wanted the chocolate and he didn't want to be rude. And he could kiss ... without meaning to, of course, but he could. Just a little. No one would see it.
Looking left and then right, he pushed himself. And yes, it was awfully odd but he got to eat chocolate. Chocolate and a quick kiss. Almost. Kind of. Their lips definitely brushed. He pulled away, blushing and looking away, eyes wide because what if someone saw. God was always watching... which was creepy. Why was God watching this? He cleared his throat. "That was -- good. I liked it. The chocolate, I mean." And the kiss.
It was a bit strange. And unfortunate. There would be -- lips. Close lips. And he wasn't sure if this was even real. But he wanted the chocolate and he didn't want to be rude. And he could kiss ... without meaning to, of course, but he could. Just a little. No one would see it.
Looking left and then right, he pushed himself. And yes, it was awfully odd but he got to eat chocolate. Chocolate and a quick kiss. Almost. Kind of. Their lips definitely brushed. He pulled away, blushing and looking away, eyes wide because what if someone saw. God was always watching... which was creepy. Why was God watching this? He cleared his throat. "That was -- good. I liked it. The chocolate, I mean." And the kiss.
"I liked it too," Crowley agreed, "Very pleasant. We should try some more." He was already reaching for another of the sticks, amused and pleased that this was working so well. He wished there were easier ways, but hey. This was something. And maybe if he got enough into Aziraphale he would stop making his miserable hunger face.
With another not!kiss done and another stick eaten, Crowley remembered that he should also ask, even if he didn't expect and interesting answer there. "What are your plans today?"
With another not!kiss done and another stick eaten, Crowley remembered that he should also ask, even if he didn't expect and interesting answer there. "What are your plans today?"
"Well, I had a stack of books but we have no lights in the house and the candles are only for service so ... I've been getting very into meditation. It's, uh, it's nice. It's my new thing." Which was that when the sun set at 7ish, he lay on his bed and tried to think positively and talk to God. Mostly he was asking why he had to be cold and in the dark lately. And why, oh why, had he been doomed to be in love with a boy like this? He was in love with Crowley. Anthony J Crowley.
He was madly, stupidly in love with Anthony J Crowley.
Why was God testing him? Probably because of his weak will. Probably become he ate another pocky and kissed the boyfriend he shouldn't even have. Aziraphale decided it was best to not eat any more, making small distance and shaking his head at the next offer because it was unwise to damn himself two fold in one day. "As you say, not much going on around here, is there?"
He was madly, stupidly in love with Anthony J Crowley.
Why was God testing him? Probably because of his weak will. Probably become he ate another pocky and kissed the boyfriend he shouldn't even have. Aziraphale decided it was best to not eat any more, making small distance and shaking his head at the next offer because it was unwise to damn himself two fold in one day. "As you say, not much going on around here, is there?"
"Huh. That sounds bleeding boring, doesn't it? What the hell you doing that for?" He supposed to lack of option. No lights, no electricity. Damn, he wished he could do something to help out Aziraphale, but what could he... Well, nothing. Aziraphale was stepping away from him, not too surprising, clearly they had reached the high point of the guilt spiral again.
It was so difficult. And he'd known it would be, but sometimes it still made him want to sigh and always it made him angry. Whatever. He couldn't despair over this. "I could pick you up, you know. Meet you outside your place, we could go somewhere together."
Huh. "Just us. All secret, no worries." Where would they even go? Limited places, but he'd think of something somehow.
It was so difficult. And he'd known it would be, but sometimes it still made him want to sigh and always it made him angry. Whatever. He couldn't despair over this. "I could pick you up, you know. Meet you outside your place, we could go somewhere together."
Huh. "Just us. All secret, no worries." Where would they even go? Limited places, but he'd think of something somehow.
"I don't know." Guilt spiral and all, it was making it hard to think of doing anything but then, the fear of Crowley being out without him was also looming in his head too. What if he went out to a party again or something? Went out with Felix, that stupid alpha gay with his tight jeans and boldness. He was out and he had no fears, he was handsome too and yesterday, in math class, he gave Crowley a pencil. And Crowley chewed that pencil.
They basically kissed! And if he wasn't kissing Crowley, he might be kissing someone else. Like tight pants Felix. And look, Crowley was frowning. That judgement frown. Crowley would get sick of him and go off with all the other handsome gays in town if he didn't do something fast.
"We could go to the park!" Okay, maybe he yelled that a little loud but he was not willing to be defeated. "Go to that one bench we like. Near the ducks!" Aziraphale tried, desperate to make it seem exciting so Crowley wouldn't want to go to some ... gay burlesque evening or whatever. "If it rains, there's always the bandstand! I could bring something fun for us to do. We could -- oh! I have travel uno." Exciting stuff.
They basically kissed! And if he wasn't kissing Crowley, he might be kissing someone else. Like tight pants Felix. And look, Crowley was frowning. That judgement frown. Crowley would get sick of him and go off with all the other handsome gays in town if he didn't do something fast.
"We could go to the park!" Okay, maybe he yelled that a little loud but he was not willing to be defeated. "Go to that one bench we like. Near the ducks!" Aziraphale tried, desperate to make it seem exciting so Crowley wouldn't want to go to some ... gay burlesque evening or whatever. "If it rains, there's always the bandstand! I could bring something fun for us to do. We could -- oh! I have travel uno." Exciting stuff.
"Sounds fun." Well, it didn't, but Crowley didn't doubt that it would be fun. Being around Aziraphale was always fun, talking to him, looking at him, making him laugh. Or, well, watching him freak out the way he clearly was right now was also entertaining. He chuckled and then reached out, cupping the side of Aziraphale's face with one hand. "Hey. It's all good, angel. I don't mind the park. It's a good time, innit?"
He knew that Aziraphale's circumstances were oppressive. He was grateful just to meet up for a bit. "We can feed the ducks some. Maybe we'll even hold hands again. Scandalous stuff."
He knew that Aziraphale's circumstances were oppressive. He was grateful just to meet up for a bit. "We can feed the ducks some. Maybe we'll even hold hands again. Scandalous stuff."
"I don't want to be boring. It will improve when I go to university, I know it will. Then I'll have my own place and we can--can hang. As it were." If he got lucky and could go to university. As it stood, odds were not good but he was hoping he got good GCSES and then A levels and then university. Then he could have people over. And that was like what 3-4 years. Tops. Not bad, in the grand scheme of things. "I could go to the centre with you this weekend too. The shopping place. I don't have money but we could browse."
He bet Felix had money. He looked like he had money. He could take Crowley shopping, buy him a nice latte or something. He couldn't buy him a latte, he didn't have the money. And he didn't like coffee - well, he hadn't tried it. He was banned from caffeine. It was a drug, after all.
He smiled and leaned into the touch, just happy that Crowley was willing to pretend but he didn't want him to have to. He wanted to actually give him a good time. "I like holding hands. Being with you. Kissing. I like your one hoodie, the black one with the--the flames? You know. That one is nice. Soft. I like when you hold me and you're wearing it." Dear God, how red did he get? Why did he always go red, it was so embarrassing!! He wanted to be a sexy, confident gay but here he was - a dumb tomato.
He bet Felix had money. He looked like he had money. He could take Crowley shopping, buy him a nice latte or something. He couldn't buy him a latte, he didn't have the money. And he didn't like coffee - well, he hadn't tried it. He was banned from caffeine. It was a drug, after all.
He smiled and leaned into the touch, just happy that Crowley was willing to pretend but he didn't want him to have to. He wanted to actually give him a good time. "I like holding hands. Being with you. Kissing. I like your one hoodie, the black one with the--the flames? You know. That one is nice. Soft. I like when you hold me and you're wearing it." Dear God, how red did he get? Why did he always go red, it was so embarrassing!! He wanted to be a sexy, confident gay but here he was - a dumb tomato.
"...all right, angel. Aziraphale, I need you to listen to me. Never, not since I've known you, not for a moment, have you haver been boring." In fact, sometimes he felt as if there was a bit too much going on, at least inside that head. He reached up to ruffle his hair, loving how soft the curls felt. "I'll wear that hoodie then. Tonight. And when we go to the centre this weekend. We can find somewhere to sneak off. It's exciting, I think."
He didn't mind the secrecy. Saved him some grief too, he supposed. He just wished Aziraphale could let himself simply be happy when they were together, just them. That he could relax. And, yeah, sure, that they could properly make out. But he was patient. He was sure it'd happen one day. "I've got some money, so we can buy something at the centre. Get ice cream." Or something less sinful. "Tea." Maybe that?
"Look, angel, I've no idea whether I'll ever go to university. But I know that I'll go where you go." It was a simple statement, but it rang so true. "I'm not letting you get away from me. So stop fretting."
He didn't mind the secrecy. Saved him some grief too, he supposed. He just wished Aziraphale could let himself simply be happy when they were together, just them. That he could relax. And, yeah, sure, that they could properly make out. But he was patient. He was sure it'd happen one day. "I've got some money, so we can buy something at the centre. Get ice cream." Or something less sinful. "Tea." Maybe that?
"Look, angel, I've no idea whether I'll ever go to university. But I know that I'll go where you go." It was a simple statement, but it rang so true. "I'm not letting you get away from me. So stop fretting."
"Oh. Well. Okay. Okay, yes, I will. I certainly will." Aziraphale smiled, a great big beaming smile, and then the bell rang out, warning them that class was going to start up soon. "Well, time for English, I suppose. I hate that we don't have class together these days." Aziraphale was in top set for everything and Crowley had, over the years, slowly sauntered downwards to the lower sets. So he could share with Felix and the like. He hated it. He had managed to get himself a set lower in math so they could share one class but he was still so mortified and guilty over it.
"Do you want to walk home today? I can wait for you. Even if you have detention." It was better to sit on a bench than go home early without some Crowley time. "Do you -- do you have detention?" He was always disappointed that Crowley was a bad boy but it was... thrilling. Sexy. Kind of. Sometimes.
"Do you want to walk home today? I can wait for you. Even if you have detention." It was better to sit on a bench than go home early without some Crowley time. "Do you -- do you have detention?" He was always disappointed that Crowley was a bad boy but it was... thrilling. Sexy. Kind of. Sometimes.
"Nah, I should be good." He thought it over for a moment, just to be sure, then nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Unless he checks the math homework right away, then I'm in for it, but he never does on Thursdays." So he felt he was pretty safe. "We can walk home together. And I'm sorry, angel, but we are different, you and I. Can't all be as smart as you are."
He knew they had to leave, but he suddenly wrapped an arm around Aziraphale and pulled him close, right up against himself. "It's dead sexy, that. Clever clogs like you." That said, he kissed him. Kissed him properly, right on the mouth. And then he pulled away, with a wide smirk, taking a step back. "We should get to class, huh?"
He knew they had to leave, but he suddenly wrapped an arm around Aziraphale and pulled him close, right up against himself. "It's dead sexy, that. Clever clogs like you." That said, he kissed him. Kissed him properly, right on the mouth. And then he pulled away, with a wide smirk, taking a step back. "We should get to class, huh?"
"... Oh." That was a thing that just happened. A kiss. A very proper, lovely kiss that flustered him so hard that he couldn't move for a few moments, dumbstruck by the kiss. It was a nice kiss. Bold, playful, romantic - hopefully. It was, wasn't it? Was it?! Or was it a play to distract him or cover something up or -- why was he down that trail of thought?! It was Crowley! He shook himself out of it and smiled awkwardly at Crowley.
"Yes, yes! Definitely. Erm, outside at 3.20pm. I'll wait by the gates. I'll -- I'll think of you." He called out for -- for some reason he could not say. Think of him? What? Why? What was he? An old lady reminiscing. Urgh. "See you soon!"
"Yes, yes! Definitely. Erm, outside at 3.20pm. I'll wait by the gates. I'll -- I'll think of you." He called out for -- for some reason he could not say. Think of him? What? Why? What was he? An old lady reminiscing. Urgh. "See you soon!"
When he was heading down the road on a Saturday morning, he wasn't expecting to come across his little brother. He wasn't really expecting to come across anyone, he was just out early himself to get some groceries and get food for whenever Bill would wake up, because after the partying they had done last night, he was bound to be ravenous.
Barty was never one for sleeping much, so he was up and out and about. Aziraphale wasn't really supposed to be either out nor about. Especially not out, he knew how concerned the family was about that. He slowed down the car, so sure it had to be him. The curls were kind of a give away. Barty lowered his window and called out. "Aziraphale?! Where are you headed?"
Barty was never one for sleeping much, so he was up and out and about. Aziraphale wasn't really supposed to be either out nor about. Especially not out, he knew how concerned the family was about that. He slowed down the car, so sure it had to be him. The curls were kind of a give away. Barty lowered his window and called out. "Aziraphale?! Where are you headed?"
To say that Aziraphale looked shocked to be discovered was an understatement. He looked positively horrified. He was not proud of himself for how he did things these days but he had to be with Crowley or he would lose him. So he had learned how to escape from the window, how to not damage his ankles while doing it and what time was best to leave. 7am was the best time to get ready and slip out so it was almost 8am and he honestly hadn't expected to come across anyone from his family. It was too late for Gabriel, he started running at 5am - and again at noon - and Sandalphon didn't emerge properly until around 11am. Everyone either emerged very early or late. Never in the middle.
Usually he could slip out, avoid getting deterred and then apologies later and say he had to return library books. The issue wasn't getting in trouble after, it was the actually getting out. If he got caught mid-escape, then it was most unfortunate.
And yet, here he was, caught mid-escape by his 'former' brother who no longer wished to engage with them and still was here, ruining his moment of triumph. "Bartemius. I, uh, I -- fetching the paper, I-- Hello." Fuck. "I'm just out. I'll be home in a second." Darn it.
Usually he could slip out, avoid getting deterred and then apologies later and say he had to return library books. The issue wasn't getting in trouble after, it was the actually getting out. If he got caught mid-escape, then it was most unfortunate.
And yet, here he was, caught mid-escape by his 'former' brother who no longer wished to engage with them and still was here, ruining his moment of triumph. "Bartemius. I, uh, I -- fetching the paper, I-- Hello." Fuck. "I'm just out. I'll be home in a second." Darn it.
"Uh-huh. Sure, likely story. Come in, tell your brother where you're actually going." Because he knew where to get the paper and, no, it didn't necessitate walking for the twenty minutes Aziraphale must have been walking already. Barty leaned back, raising his eyebrows. "Relax. It's not as if I'm about to talk to any of the others. Your secret's safe with me."
They wouldn't even engage with him, even if he for some weird reason felt a need to rat on Aziraphale. Which he very much did not. "You have to work on your poker face though, if you're hoping to get away with anything."
He gestured. "Get in."
They wouldn't even engage with him, even if he for some weird reason felt a need to rat on Aziraphale. Which he very much did not. "You have to work on your poker face though, if you're hoping to get away with anything."
He gestured. "Get in."
"I, uh, I'm not supposed to... go near you." Then again, he wasn't supposed to be walking to the shopping mall to meet up with Barty and make out with his boyfriend in the nearby park so he was on a hot streak of rule breaking lately, that was for sure. "But I'm aware I -- I don't have much ground to speak on what I should be doing."
He eyed up the long road and the hillish area he had to get up and then back at Barty's car. He frowned for just a moment and then he relented.
Going around the car, Aziraphale got in and did up his seabelt, clearly anxious. "So." What did he even say? "How ... are things?"
He eyed up the long road and the hillish area he had to get up and then back at Barty's car. He frowned for just a moment and then he relented.
Going around the car, Aziraphale got in and did up his seabelt, clearly anxious. "So." What did he even say? "How ... are things?"
"All good," Barty said, closing the window again and starting them back up on the road. "You heading for the centre?" Didn't take a mind reader. There were only so many places to go in this damn place. "I'm going that way too. Bill's gonna be hungry when he wakes up and we ain't got much food in the house."
He glanced at his brother from the side, deciding that he'd have to give him at least a bit of an allowance. Couldn't let him go off entirely without funds - and he was sure he was. "Now, you're always such a little angel boy. So do tell me, Aziraphale. How are things with you?"
What had led to him being here of all places at this time? Against the rules.
He glanced at his brother from the side, deciding that he'd have to give him at least a bit of an allowance. Couldn't let him go off entirely without funds - and he was sure he was. "Now, you're always such a little angel boy. So do tell me, Aziraphale. How are things with you?"
What had led to him being here of all places at this time? Against the rules.
"Ah yes. Bill." He knew very little about Bill except for what he heard from the elders at home. A junkie whore or something, who Barty had run away to be with, a rather big scandal that cause quite the rift. He missed Barty being around so he couldn't really say he much cared for this Bill fellow. Even if he had never met him, he still didn't like him. "Your, erm, your friend. I hope all is well."
Friend was easier to say than boyfriend. Easier to acknowledge too. God - help him, one gay in the family was bad enough, why did you make both of them gay?
"I'm not an-- don't call me that, you know I don't like it." Only Crowley was allowed to call him angel. And he had earned it. He was willing to meet him at 9am at the mall despite not being a morning person. "I'm just going to kill some time, get some air. Some heat. It's awfully nippy at home right now so it's not fun to sit around."
Friend was easier to say than boyfriend. Easier to acknowledge too. God - help him, one gay in the family was bad enough, why did you make both of them gay?
"I'm not an-- don't call me that, you know I don't like it." Only Crowley was allowed to call him angel. And he had earned it. He was willing to meet him at 9am at the mall despite not being a morning person. "I'm just going to kill some time, get some air. Some heat. It's awfully nippy at home right now so it's not fun to sit around."
"My lover. Yeah, that Bill. All is great, he's just gonna pout if he doesn't get his Nesquik in the morning." Bill was able to deal with little to no food, of course, but Barty liked indulging him. Especially when it was so easy and relatively affordable. Besides, he wanted to get an iced coffee for himself while he was at it, so there were selfish motives as well. "I won't call you that, fine. But you have to admit, it's strange. You so suddenly breaking rules."
Even with some level of cool. Well. Comparatively speaking. As if it wasn't the first time. "Are you meeting friends? Cheers. Good for you." Maybe there was hope for Aziraphale after all. "I'll give you some cash. Make it a fun outing."
Even with some level of cool. Well. Comparatively speaking. As if it wasn't the first time. "Are you meeting friends? Cheers. Good for you." Maybe there was hope for Aziraphale after all. "I'll give you some cash. Make it a fun outing."
"I won't take your money. I'm just -- not really an outing. Just a m-meeting of-of-of two people. Friends. Two good friends. I mean, well, one friend but I'm there so two in that sense." He was clearly flustered at the very concept of explaining it and his face went red because of course it did. It was always his greatest tell when he was embarrassed or sheepish. "You can drop me off nearby and I'll just walk it. I really don't want to put you out."
Barty had a boyfriend so who cared if he found out? Why did it worry him? He felt so sure that Barty would tell but who would he tell? Who would care what he said anyway? And yet. He couldn't even begin to acknowledge it. He looked out of the window and swallowed nervously. "I'm glad you're well. We miss you." He missed him. He doubted the others did. "You and Bill don't attend the church either, do you?" He noticed that too.
Barty had a boyfriend so who cared if he found out? Why did it worry him? He felt so sure that Barty would tell but who would he tell? Who would care what he said anyway? And yet. He couldn't even begin to acknowledge it. He looked out of the window and swallowed nervously. "I'm glad you're well. We miss you." He missed him. He doubted the others did. "You and Bill don't attend the church either, do you?" He noticed that too.
"They miss me?" Barty let out a laugh, shaking his head. "The hell they do. And no one would ever miss them either." Frankly a relief every time he remembered that he didn't have to engage anymore. Didn't have to explain himself to Gabriel in any way. Justify himself. "I miss you too."
There, that was a lot more of an admittance than was normal for him. Maybe it was the way Aziraphale got so flustered. He wanted him to open up to him, he really did. "Bill and I aren't religious, so... No, we don't go to church. I believe if there is a god, they ought to get their act together and start doing right by us."
Simple enough. Barty stopped the car, a little bit away. As instructed. However, he still got his wallet out. "Take a tenner from me, bro. Enjoy yourself. On your meeting of two good friends."
There, that was a lot more of an admittance than was normal for him. Maybe it was the way Aziraphale got so flustered. He wanted him to open up to him, he really did. "Bill and I aren't religious, so... No, we don't go to church. I believe if there is a god, they ought to get their act together and start doing right by us."
Simple enough. Barty stopped the car, a little bit away. As instructed. However, he still got his wallet out. "Take a tenner from me, bro. Enjoy yourself. On your meeting of two good friends."
"I believe that God does love you. You and-- and Bill. And what they said about Bill was very out of line and I'm sure God would not approve of that either. I know sometimes it doesn't seem good or fair but it's just .... ineffable. God works in mysterious ways." Aziraphale explained calmly as he looked at his brother, wondering how hard it was for him to just walk away and be different.
He wondered, idly, if he could find Crowley soon. They usually met near here but he might be napping on a bench somewhere.
He looked at the money and then finally, he took the ten. "Thank you. I can use it to buy a coffee. Not for me! I don't do that but he would -- ah. I mean." Damn it. He gave away that he was meeting a guy. "I will buy drinks. Thank you." He fumbled, trying to get the handle to open. "... The child lock is on."
He wondered, idly, if he could find Crowley soon. They usually met near here but he might be napping on a bench somewhere.
He looked at the money and then finally, he took the ten. "Thank you. I can use it to buy a coffee. Not for me! I don't do that but he would -- ah. I mean." Damn it. He gave away that he was meeting a guy. "I will buy drinks. Thank you." He fumbled, trying to get the handle to open. "... The child lock is on."
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