He had thought the complaint was real. He had assumed it was for bad conduct or a damaged book or maybe to ask for petrol money but no, it was playful. It was silly. This was 'banter', as it were, and he was able to slow his rapidly beating heart enough to relax a little, smiling somewhat awkwardly. "Yes, well, children do love to hear the same story again and again. The only cure to such an infliction is find another one he would be addicted to. I could recommend you a few, if you'd like, but I'm sure he'll find something today."
He turned and there was young Adam, playing with the children on the train, organising some sort of game.
Aziraphale swallowed down any remaining anxiety and smiled at Crowley. Do not look at his sexy chest, Aziraphale. Do not. That chest is the gateway to hell. "I think he would love Funny Bones."
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He had thought the complaint was real. He had assumed it was for bad conduct or a damaged book or maybe to ask for petrol money but no, it was playful. It was silly. This was 'banter', as it were, and he was able to slow his rapidly beating heart enough to relax a little, smiling somewhat awkwardly. "Yes, well, children do love to hear the same story again and again. The only cure to such an infliction is find another one he would be addicted to. I could recommend you a few, if you'd like, but I'm sure he'll find something today."
He turned and there was young Adam, playing with the children on the train, organising some sort of game.
Aziraphale swallowed down any remaining anxiety and smiled at Crowley. Do not look at his sexy chest, Aziraphale. Do not. That chest is the gateway to hell. "I think he would love Funny Bones."