Lost: One set of marbles. If found, please return.
So, remember I've picked up the idea of wing-preg from various bad influences, like louiselux and daegaer?
"Well, I hope you're pleased with yourself," said Aziraphale.
"Oh, yes," said Crowley. "Er, are you talking about what I did to the post or--"
"What you've done to me," said Aziraphale.
"You told me you weren't expecting anything important. I even asked you before I--"
"I disctinctly remember you saying there wasn't any harm in going backless. Nothing bad could possibly happen."
"Backless?" asked Crowley, both intrigued and horrified by what that might possibly mean.
"That reckless and wanton handshake Thursday before last."
"Oh, that."
"Yes. That."
"Term's 'bareback', by the way."
"I don't care what the term is. You can call it whatever you want, but you've still gotten me with children."
"You mean with child."
"No, I'm afraid not."
"Wait, I've what?" Aziraphale took off his jumper. "Look, that's just going to make it worse."
"I don't think it could get any worse. I'm already starting to show," he said miserably and spread his wings.
"I don't..." Crowley looked up from the angel's midsection. "No."
"Yes."
"But...you can't..."
"Apparently I already have."
"I mean, it's just feathers and muscle, isn't it?"
"I shudder to think what would've happened if I'd actually gone to bed with you."
"What, like--there's no need to be nasty."
"My dear boy, my wings are pregnant because of hand to hand contact with you. I think I have every right to be nasty."
"You could try being happy about it," said Crowley. Not being sick was getting harder--he was sure he could see something moving under Aziraphale's feathers. "It could be a good thing."
"How?"
"Er...you like children, right? Bright shining faces, pure and innocent little souls..."
"You have actually met children, haven't you?"
"I was trying to cheer you up. More than you'd do if I was in this situation."
"How do you know you're not?"
"I'm going to use your loo."
"Go right ahead. I'm going to find out eventually, you know."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm going to assume you've turned into a pervert."
Crowley locked the bathroom door and tried not to think about how he'd been sick that morning. The milk had probably gone off, no need to panic over something like that.
Not that anything in his fridge ever went off, and when he checked, his wings were heavy and swollen. He didn't know whether to hit Aziraphale before or after he panicked.
"Well, I hope you're pleased with yourself," said Aziraphale.
"Oh, yes," said Crowley. "Er, are you talking about what I did to the post or--"
"What you've done to me," said Aziraphale.
"You told me you weren't expecting anything important. I even asked you before I--"
"I disctinctly remember you saying there wasn't any harm in going backless. Nothing bad could possibly happen."
"Backless?" asked Crowley, both intrigued and horrified by what that might possibly mean.
"That reckless and wanton handshake Thursday before last."
"Oh, that."
"Yes. That."
"Term's 'bareback', by the way."
"I don't care what the term is. You can call it whatever you want, but you've still gotten me with children."
"You mean with child."
"No, I'm afraid not."
"Wait, I've what?" Aziraphale took off his jumper. "Look, that's just going to make it worse."
"I don't think it could get any worse. I'm already starting to show," he said miserably and spread his wings.
"I don't..." Crowley looked up from the angel's midsection. "No."
"Yes."
"But...you can't..."
"Apparently I already have."
"I mean, it's just feathers and muscle, isn't it?"
"I shudder to think what would've happened if I'd actually gone to bed with you."
"What, like--there's no need to be nasty."
"My dear boy, my wings are pregnant because of hand to hand contact with you. I think I have every right to be nasty."
"You could try being happy about it," said Crowley. Not being sick was getting harder--he was sure he could see something moving under Aziraphale's feathers. "It could be a good thing."
"How?"
"Er...you like children, right? Bright shining faces, pure and innocent little souls..."
"You have actually met children, haven't you?"
"I was trying to cheer you up. More than you'd do if I was in this situation."
"How do you know you're not?"
"I'm going to use your loo."
"Go right ahead. I'm going to find out eventually, you know."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm going to assume you've turned into a pervert."
Crowley locked the bathroom door and tried not to think about how he'd been sick that morning. The milk had probably gone off, no need to panic over something like that.
Not that anything in his fridge ever went off, and when he checked, his wings were heavy and swollen. He didn't know whether to hit Aziraphale before or after he panicked.