Crowley huffs, the ducks being the *least *memorable bit of the
whole thing.
"Less creatures and plagues trying yo kill you, angel." he nearly
snaps, but settles back quickly.
The water is warm and his angel is at his side, Crowley finds it easy to
relax. Anything that got them off of the blessed train was a good thing,
really.
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Crowley huffs, the ducks being the *least *memorable bit of the whole thing.
"Less creatures and plagues trying yo kill you, angel." he nearly snaps, but settles back quickly.
The water is warm and his angel is at his side, Crowley finds it easy to relax. Anything that got them off of the blessed train was a good thing, really.
"So it seems, anyway."