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[ Aziraphale wakes up (which is odd in itself, he notes, because he doesn't sleep) and he's surprised to be in bed alone. He sits up and for a moment tries to work out where he is; the apartment is, of course, recognisable, and it takes him a few seconds to conciously realise where he is - or, rather, who he is. Breathing a deep, angry sigh, he moves and picks up the SFC.
The face that comes on is not happy - and it's Crowley's. There's a soft, un-Crowley-ish cough and then a gentle, long-suffering sigh as he tries to think of words that would get his point across without making him seem too insane - though, he supposes to himself, this is Vatheon. ]
Well, it seems that Vatheon has decided to exchange our spirits. Lovely. [ There's a pause, and then a wry chuckle. ] If I wanted to look like Crowley I could have asked, you know. This is very disconcerting.
[ Then another pause, and then an easy, angelic smile. ]
Sanae, please don't kill him.
The face that comes on is not happy - and it's Crowley's. There's a soft, un-Crowley-ish cough and then a gentle, long-suffering sigh as he tries to think of words that would get his point across without making him seem too insane - though, he supposes to himself, this is Vatheon. ]
Well, it seems that Vatheon has decided to exchange our spirits. Lovely. [ There's a pause, and then a wry chuckle. ] If I wanted to look like Crowley I could have asked, you know. This is very disconcerting.
[ Then another pause, and then an easy, angelic smile. ]
Sanae, please don't kill him.